The One

From climbing mountains and swimming seas,

To crawling on my hands and knees.

From satiated and all thirsts quenched,

To deathly starved and all heartwrenched.

Sunny skies now clouded dim,

The days ahead are destined grim.

Enduring love hath rendered ill.

A cure which but one can fulfill.

Just tell me it can never be,

A gesture which would set me free.

Or help my death to quickly come,

By telling me that I'm the one.

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