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In Love

I can tell you are in love;

What would you give

To hold on to that connection?

You have faced rejection,


And more

But you still keep coming back.

The store

Of memories.

Don’t glamorise the past;

Live with them if you can,

If you are any kind of man.

I see you when you are not around

And without a sound

You appear before me;

The elegance

And grace

Of you

Takes my breath away.

What the fucking hell,

Is this a spell

You cast

Or was it myself?

That’s probably true

And despite appearance

A romantic in a shell.

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