You Keep Me Wanting

Love Blossoms

Too much of you is poison;

too little of you is famine.

I need you now because  

I love you to death  

and I want to show you

how wonderful you are.

Just give me a chance

to draw near to you.  

Kill my selfish self

like an incurable disease.  

But never starve me  

to the point that  

when I see you  

I will ache too much

to put you first.

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