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2007-11-21 | |
I was trembling when I first met her
Overwhelmed sorrow, embracing shadows,
I canâ€™t be without my fears,
Thus I want to get rid of them.
I was horrified when I first spoke to her,
Undone by my insignificance.
Rolling over on the floor of my being,
Yet I try to move on.
I was on the verge of passing out when she first answered me,
Demolished by the meanings of my words,
Not at all embracing the concept of dependence,
But knowing that I am alone.
I was blind when I first touched her hand,
Anticipating the image to follow,
Reducing myself to an only breathing form of life,
Although I felt much more than that.
I saw the whole world crashing down as I first saw her tears,
Resembling the meaning of sadness itself.
Untouchable as I felt at that moment,
I was hanging on desperately.
I was burning in flames when I first kissed her,
Undefeated by Her Majesty,
Being grateful for I have overcome life itself,
Hitherto not knowing what to say.
My mind was blank when I told her that I am in love,
Yet I was completely defeated when I heard her answerâ€¦.whisperingâ€¦.like a thought to herselfâ€¦..Iâ€¦to am inâ€¦.
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