The feeling of intensity,

Setting my heart ablaze,

Scorched by your memory.


Sitting alone in an empty room,

I think of you,

Trying to understand how you managed to make such an impact so unexpectedly.


You say you are not a thief,

But a part of my entire being feels lost since I have met you,

Although I have no quarrels cause the robbery feels far from a crime.


Your eyes tell a story that speak in volumes,

Your touch so electrifying my heart never ceases to skip a beat or two,

Your smile a gift to all who have the chance of baring witness to it.


I have never felt so complete missing another person,

Balancing on the tightrope of true love and insanity,

Maybe the mixture of both is the real recipe.



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