Sunday, February 14, 2010

If Every time I thought of you,
I had to hold my breath,
Id surely suffocate.

And how better a life
would that one be,
Than to have to live a fate

Without you here,
next to me,
for every breath I take?

Id die to live a life with you,
all else would mean death;
What more can I say?

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