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It's late and I am lonely; I think of you with tears on your face. Why do I try others on and why do they never seem to fit? Because you are my love, my soul, and I can't be with another. When I lie down beside someone else, they are only a phantom in the night. I can't see or feel with them but lying next to you I see truth. We are one in body and we are one in mind, all the others are the lies. You love me even when I err and you see who I really am; yet you love my imperfections. I am not a saint nor a martyr, my only claim is that I love you deeply. Even in my wanderings, we are connected by a bond that cannot be broken. I am your breath as you are mine and that is all that we need. So when I come back broken and contrite, please let me be filled with all that is you. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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