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Je t'aime ma douceur
What I write now is born of emptiness in me.
An emptiness that is built from a need
A need that is raised from a desire
A desire given life by a hunger
A hunger for she that is my sweetness
Ma douceur, je t'aime ma douceur
For you I am lost and doomed to be more than I am.
By you I am made complete, as you are the half of me that was lost
In you I am see all I want from those that call me good.
In your eyes I see myself pure and free of the monster that lurks with in.
Because of you I am happy, as I need to be to make you happy and your happiness is my work and all I care for, so to make you happy I am happy there for I make me happy. Is this not selfish?
What I write here is born of love that grows in me.
A love born of a need to be more than I was
A need that give rise to a desire to be with her all ways
A desire that is given life by a hunger to taste your lips, smell your hair, hold your body close to mine, smell the breath of your flesh as you are close to me, and a passion that builds to a heated furry every time we touch.
My sweetness I die with out you every night your not here.
And every image of you is bliss on a scale equal to a drug that leaves me wanting more and more only to let me down because it is only a picture.
Save me from this emptiness that is the result of your not being near.
Je t'aime ma douceur
