in this story only I die ...
BUT NOT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU
but do not want you because I love
from loving to not loving
and wait when you do not expect
My heart moves from cold to fire.
just because I love you I love you,
hate you no end, and hating you I pray,
and the measure of my changing love for
is not see you and love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume,
its cruel Ray, my whole heart,
stealing the key to true calm.
In this story only
I die and die of love because I love you,
because I love, love, blood and fire.
. . .
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