If I told you that I love you, that I am lost with out, and my soul burns for you every second of every day would you know? When I hear your voice, your whispers, and your laughter my breath trimbles, my heart moans. To close my eyes is a gift so to paint a loving picture where my sight is gone. How I lay in bed at night, grasp my pillow and hold
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