do you call this love?
or is this sheer obsession
these days, I can't tell
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do you call this love?
or is this sheer obsession
these days, I can't tell
these days, I can't tell
I am no more the same, dear,
I feel you in me!
Damn - beaten to it. Okay, I'll catch up.
do you call this love?
I learned that sour syllable
in another tongue
Edit: Wait, the last one's changing faster than any of us can write them. I'll try to get us back on track by covering the last two.
I feel you in me.
At least, I assume that's you.
These days I can't tell.
you're doing fine, Mark...Let me connect these two, kind of like that new Fill-in Haiku game...
I feel you in me
one love, one vow, but expressed
in another tongue
in another tongue
complexion of love is love
only heart matters.
Only heart matters
when one feels the passion's heat
flowing through my veins.
Flowing through my veins.
A swirling torrent of screams,
Yelling at my brains.
yelling at my brains
right after that, dead silence
I cease to exist
I cease to exist
the air is warm and stagnant
and no sound to hear
I cease to exist
nothingness evolves into
a vast nothingness
and no sound to hear
in the vacuum of silence
a vast nothingness
a vast nothingness
beyond possibility
unimpeded stare
unimpeded stare
across miles and centuries
till my eyes find you
unimpeded stare
penetrating through my soul
found home in my heart
till my eyes found you
the sight of your smile sought
found home in my heart