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Love me one last time,
though fear holds me back,
though every fibre of my being
trembles in your presence,
your eyes, oceans
where my storm sails,
while I hide the voice
that in my breast is poisoned.
Love me without looking at me
with that silent love,
a whisper in the breeze,
a longing in the air,
that dares not speak,
but feels so clear,
a fire that will not go out,
though it seems like a spa.
Love me for the last time,
without fear of what will happen,
fade away in your arms,
like a dream that is never born.
A perpetual instant,
a sigh in love,
that in the echo of the heartbeat,
the silent becomes eternal.