The love which you so deserve I cannot give to you my sweet
You are a Mediterranean of lavender love ,fox glove hugs , and morning glory french kisses
I am not worthy of your love
And probably being next to you would have charmed the heart I once had
Like a cup of warm chocolate milk your love I'm sure would have melted away the sadness or my tears during sorrow's eve
If only I could ... Feel again
My soul is now a barren place
Rich with turmoil
I only burn your roots...my sweet
What's a flower with out the sun
What's a bed without a pillow to hug
What's writer without his parchment and pen
This I know
But for your well being
For that which you deserve
Help me to leave you
You must
One's absence cannot burn more than the sting of love not returned ....and in these words you must trust
I have become the beauty of your dream garden
I have become the mystery in love' s potion
But what you see my sweet is a ghost
I implore you ....
Nothing good can be had from this
I ask to leave
Please whisper not again that you care not if I love you but only to love me
my darling
I beg of you
Please ..
Go..
For love cannot be found with a dead soul
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