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Mar 2016
How could I ever whisper sweet nothings?
No, my words are akin to Robert Brownings
Words to his dearest, the eloquent Elizabeth Barret.
I could never compliment you without depth and passion
put into my words that is barely suppressed within
How could I not admire so completely?
No, my adoration, limited by physics, could never be truly
expressed thoroughly though I try. My soul cries to be free,
To join into one with your own.
How could I not long
For thee?
How could I without you be?
Written by
JJRKelly  24/M/Chicago
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