At least, you are all that is left.
Your scent is in the air.
I know not which my bed is,
I am trying everywhere.
You stirrest my heart in a way,
I've never felt before,
And, that no other can.
You fan the flames of my soul,
And raise my heat to that, of a volcano.
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