searching for the right ones,
trying to figure out
how to tell you precisely
what you make me feel.
And yet -
I find myself stumbling
and stuttering over
every single one,
until all that's left
is the sound of your name
coming out us a plea
from these lips that
are still longing for the
warmth of your skin.
Looking in the sky I can see your face
And then I know right where I fit in
Take me, make me
You know that I'll always be in love with you
Right till the end
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