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Sleep eludes me,

yet again,

as I lie here,

immersed in my thoughts

on the ways

and words

of my beloved.

His memory haunts me.

and I see

the piercing green-gold eyes,

the golden tufts of hair,

the thin lips

set in a familiar face

etched on the backs

of my eyelids.

a never leaving cloud,

the sun overhead,

the moon peering in,

my own shadow.

so far away,

yet always here.

he leaves me never.

he hath captured

my heart,

taken over my dreams,

made his mark

on my entire being.

to forget him now

would be to forget myself.

his presence

and touch

seem to linger,

his words

and voice

ring through my mind.

my eyes

seek him

and only him,

they are blind

to all others.

here I lie,

as I sigh,

longing for the hand,

the eyes,

the lips...

I lie in wait

for the face.

so simple

yet complicated

is this thing called

love.

it spares no one,

yet is said to be the greatest feeling.

people seek it their

entire lives

and once it's found they realize

that love is just

a lie...

a beautiful, mystifying lie

we invite,

looking for fairy tale princes,

and sparks and fireworks,

that feeling that everything is

perfect.

but love,

we come to realize,

doesn't exist...

if it did, then why would we fall out of love?

Is it not strong enough

to endure

the tests of time?

love

an emotion so overused,

it has lost all meaning.

love,

a mother and her child.

love,

a young married couple.

love,

an aging couple.

love,

a boy and his dog.

love,

my beloved and I?