I am
Looking for you
like no wanderer has looked;
For when traveller's frequently seek gold,
I alone desire to hold
You, my treasure,
Within my heart and soul.
I am
Fighting for you
like no soldier has fought
Since a soldier's cause is not his own.
But this passion of mine has brought
Ashes to flesh,
And rivers to bone.
I am
Loving to you
like no lover has loved.
A lover's love is not to be thrown
Into the air to land
On some gal's gullible ears,
But to be held hand-in-hand
And heart-in-heart:
As cherished as it is revered.
And I am
Caring for you
like I did for no other;
Only for you, I am all and I am nought.
And I am
Thinking of you
like I did of no other;
Smiling about you
like I did about no other;
Dreaming of you
Like I have never dreamed before.
For each pen stroke that I have brought
down, it was done solely for you.
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