I am so in love. Don't get to thinking "those" thoughts; it's not the love of matrimony and "I do's". It's an all-together, different type of love. I guess, it's not that different, but that's beside the point. Anyways...
I'm in love with someone who doesn't love herself. How is it ever going to work? She runs to me, and then returns to those treacherous hands of Satan's spawn. I swear, there is no need for you to run, my dear. Your rays surpass those of Apollo's sun. Beauty of mine, I saw "beauty" because it rises like heavens from the Earth internally and externally. You are God's light: I once dreamed of you walking, and the shadow created from your light steps matched the path of God. You are a fallen angel, here on my homeland. Please raise yourself. I've so desperately tried; like a worn-out muscle, it's my time to break away and set you on your way. Find it. Don't lose me, don't lose yourself, live forever and in love with another.
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