Well, really. How long can one carry a torch?
I mean .. it's not an everyday thing... you know.
There may be months when I'm floating along,
riding the rhythm of lifes waves.
Not hint of thought or a yearning.
Then suddenly,
in wee hours of the morning,
on that cloud just before waking,
a small tremble desire
will enter my dreams
and cast sweet emotions.
The dawn brings
such disappoinment.
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