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We dont talk face to face, but one heart to another. People will try to compare, but there is not another alike, we are to pacific, this love one of a kind. In the air of night i lay with my eyes searching skyward, and then look to my side. i am stuck by the sight, a beautiful hypnosis that keeps me day and night. Night and day, minute and hour, she is the earth that nurtures this flower. For her i empty every vain, and pour my heart out until im hollow. I give all of me untill im left with but my consiousness to pounder. Such a sweet love, two hands made fleash to hold, the resonance of two soul, a single heart sustaing both. If it ever was, this is surely love.