crushed entertwined,
what I sought,
what I heard,
you were no more than reality and fantasy combined.
true.
I was once a lover of love,
a lover even in the heart of stones,
in every line and every curve,
most of all,
even when you least deserve.
what is it, you ask,
what is darkness when it's pitch black,
what is sorrow when you're always sad,
what is forever when you can't be dead,
just here, be here,
never moving, never changing.
alas.
you're with me, diverted.
maybe in Time when you're a blur,
a fiction of even I can't be sure,
a lonely thread from the circle of my desire,
maybe only then,
I can say clearly, unchaste,
I am here, always,
but you belong to my past.
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