They say it is so with those who love...
What I take from you
Is not heavyy.
I can lift it
In one hand.
Could I carry you, though,
And the burden of your thoughts?
For thinking is
Such sweet sorrow -
And I doubt
The only thing which is certain
Which is that I can trust you
And somehow your eyes
Recognise that
And cannot hide -
Let me give everything.
I will exchange my burdens
For yours
Never ceasing to
Dream about you
Always and forever.
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