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Infatuated I was with you

Declaring that I would always love you.

Stitching an unseen bond of love between our entities,

I endured through the storm with a songstress melody.

Whispering sweet somethings to the Winds from the Western Way,

I hoped and prayed that you would hear my words someday.

October breezes swept pass bringing Autumn's Solitude

in the meanwhile, I craved you like a peasant's appetite for

royal food.



I caught a glimpse of you during the afternoon of December's sunlit

first,

in my mind I recalled how you slightly quinched my lustful thirst.

I watched you drive away and I had to look another way

because it reminded me of the day

in which you dismissed my life in painful dismay.

Influenza emotionally decapitated your being from me,

but sometimes I still find nestled in my heart the true words of

I LOVE THEE!



To me you will always be my Lover of Copperstone,

to whom I revealed a dark psyche with bright light shone.

The last time we considered each other's say-so

was two months, one week, and four days ago.

But a vibe I've been feelin' for the duration of one week

is foreshadowing our love ascending the highest Himalayan peak.

Psychic vibes foreshadow more than just the love between us

rising high,

for they predict that the very thing holding you away from me

will whither dry and die.



Copperstone Lover, O Copperstone Lover

return unto to me and be my one like no other.

I don't want to admit to it

but I still see us as a match representing perfect fit.



Closing my eyes,

I reminisce on simple sights of you that gave me butterflies,

on a kiss with you sweeter than a thousand yam pies,

on a secret time in which I caressed your smooth thighs,

on a night in which we knotted passionate ties,

on a short-lived bond severed by powerful lies,

on our parting without an exchangement of goodbyes,

and on how I was left alone screaming silent cries.



I know HOW you left me,

but I don't know WHY you left me.

Sometimes, I speculate on why you loved me

because you really did love to hurt and dispatch me.



Copperstone Lover, O Copperstone Lover

I dream many dreams of you wishin' you were still my

significant other.

Memories of you saying that you wanted us to last

are now broken fragments of a not-so-distant past.

I recently asked your friend how you were doin' nowadays,

from her response

its obvious that you need me more now in so many ways.



So will we let pass two months, one week, and four days more

to allow me to show once again how much of you I adore.



Two months, one week, four days past due

is father time telling me that I'm still deeply in love with you.