The off-white sheets,
The drops of paint on the wood floor,
Your arm around me,
I don’t need to shut my eyes,
To live the fantasy,
As it has become my reality.

You will never say,
Those three words to me,
Yet I’m surprised,
How little it matters,
If only I can feel your touch,
And listen to your voice.

Obsession develops personality,
Loving you unrequitedly,
Has made me see that,
And even though you’ll never know,
The extent to which I care for you,
I’ll cherish every moment between us


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