Nothing compares me to her beauty. She is beautiful. And it is good. She, who is grateful to live, patient to wait, powerful to bear, and full of love. Her life, I will keep safe. The cost does not matter to me.
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Her
PoetryIt's her. It can only be her. My desperation has struck new limits for this girl. There are a lot of odds against us. The undeniable attraction. The pain of not being able to touch one another. The scare of our future. And the uncertainty of whether...
