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Even as my understanding of love grows my pain increases.  The drip, drip of my tears never ceases whether inside or outside; in whom can I confide when the overflow begins to fill my heart?  I can feel the start of the cycle as my intellect fails me.  The truth about love; it assails me and overcomes my calm demeanor.  It would be as if I had seen "her" with another man.  The sands of time would run faster as if the  wires of the master switch had been turned backwards behind the plaster...I see them sticking out!  Louder than in the throes of passion I shout in hopes of saving my sanity from the vanity that was me since I thought it rinsed away by the internal tears I cry every day that she is away.  External tears only serve to illuminate my fears of not just being alone, but; without her...

Truly at first if you look into my eyes (the windows of my soul) you can see how my heart gets colder and colder whether summer or winter.  Just to smell a hint of her body scent would ease this pain that I've meant to hide from all of those who have tried to crush my pride.  I would give it all to be by her side just one more time...for the rest of my life.  In soul and spirit she is my mate forced separate at the beginning of existence it seemed I could only make sense to her, with her.  It seems like so many years ago we had recaptured our flow and we swore we'd show each other how to recognize our love in the next lifetime, and we did too!  So as you sit there in your seat and listen to me spout this floetry about she and me and destiny, remember one thing...to me, this is reality.