Confused
There are so many hearts beating...
I hear only yours...
I hear only your rhythm...
I only feel the rush of your blood
I discard the rest of the world
For you are my true girl.
It is you I think of each sun rise,
You are my dream come alive...
I've tried to think another way... there is no other way.
You are that fresh wind out of the North...
That raging fire within which is so retroactive...
You are my source of life...
Your heart has a tune only...
I can hear.
I hear it and respond.
So does, that mean that I love you?
Or just need your body?
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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