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-Beans- given to circumstance the prospect of my heart,
fell victim and suspect to the secret art of love
with you, although and despite, desires and crime,
all of the above, providing insights, that light the way,
with caution warning signs, so neon bright, unveiling
what's in store, for you, and I, the willing sacrifice,
divided inside, beside myself with eyes, wide open
but blind, fearing the pending future, departure, of you
from I, and try as I might to carry, this weight so heavy,
that I could die, no sighs of release could relieve me, or keep me afloat when drowning, under these waves of thoughts,
drifting from today, to tomorrow, then becoming memories
I’ll forever hold close, for cherishing, a time in my life when I was happy, even though, as with everything else, there's always a price to be paid, worth so much more, than money, but I never mind the cost in loving you, to say that I’ll miss you when you're gone, is an understatement so beyond my reach, that understanding how deep this goes, would take too long, and the reality of you leaving, draws close, haunting like a ghost, but make the most I promise you
I will, I hope, it's like, all I know, might slip from my hold,
and even as this sounds like sadness, it is exactly that
which brings me the strength to recognize, rewards that you've given so selfless of yourself to me, and in all honesty, I could never lose these, you've shaped my outlook, and altered my abilities, put to better use with the perspective from which now, I see clearly, it's beauty, but more than in a nutshell, it's my whole world, my everything.
