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11-7-04

12:31 am



When I look into your eyes.

I see my future.

When I feel your skin under my fingers.

I feel fire.

When I taste you with my lips.

I taste heaven.

Theses are the joyous gifts none other has ever given to me.

Gifts that I treasure.

But like treasure I can not have you.

I have the map.

But not the key to your heart.

I don’t know how to convince you.

That I love you.

But to let you go.

They say if love someone enough.

They will come back to you.

So I will wait for you to come back to me.