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Your Love is My Means to Live
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Poe'ten'ry [poems of ten lines]
As a drowning man catches at a straw,
Your love for me though,
Is my ultimate means to breathe, to live,
A force like the west wind that makes me strive.
A person may stay alive with no water,
No food whatsoever,
For a few days or so,
But I can’t survive without seeing you.
If you ever stop loving me,
My soul shall depart for eternity.
