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I know the trees provide the shade
I know that the birds leave their cage
Her memory is like the warmth of the sun
A look from her I can only crave

She offered me a cup of tea on a cold day
I know the liquid is meant to quench my thirst
I know love is the medicine
For the hunger that shall never fade
The road back home is beautiful

Sun shining warmly in May

With trees overhead in sway

Why do I hide in the shadows?


I have people who remember me

They understand my needs

I can't trust them anymore

So, why do I want her?


I circle the city

I look for a seat on the subway

I sit across an empty seat that reminds me

I still play with her hands in my head


I have tried every street and nook

Read through every book

Hoping for a word or sentence

That won't remind me of her
Smile like the pale moon
It illuminates the night
Even better than the sun

Be an ocean of knowledge
Be calm on the surface
Create waves when a storm approaches
I want to tell her she's pretty
In her own magical way
I've stopped wearing my heart on my sleeve
She's on my mind every day

I want to tell her she's a river in the desert
I've forgotten the words to say
That'll make her believe in me
I've never seen such grace

I've stopped dreaming of us holding hands
When she looks at me, my mind goes numb
My fingers lose feeling in that heated moment
I wish I could tell her how much I need her
Can you be the fire to my wood?
I'd love to take you out for a cup of tea
But, you seem like a woman meant for caramel coffee
Maybe, you aren't just meant for me

Hence, we weren't a pair to be
You had to make it three
Where does your heart settle?
Do you speak my name in your dreams?
I know you are made for me
Then why leave me for another

Is love too much to ask?
Or do you fear the spring will last
The seasons may change, my love won't
Your mysteries are ever-expanding

Like the endless starry, starry sky
The breathing of our bodies
I hear your skin dripping with sweat
In your whispers, I hear the clearest eddies
You seem unsteady

You write your name on my lips
The softest kisses come in spring when
The ground is wet with rain and mist
You seem ready
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