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Because of my love, I hurt thee love.

I blame my fear, for trying so hard.

The clouds that cried, In sky dark night,

Yearned for touch, and an everlasting sight.

For lonely I feel, when you steps from me,

But grateful I am, for honey comes from a bee.

If an obsession it is, then yes! I am not ashamed,

For I created love, where hope did not exist,

And I fought battles,  for you the victory I possess.

I swear to the day, I shall wear a white dress,

That this soul shall not rest, until my lips forever kissed.