The purity, does that exist there?
The sin, can we call it?
“NO” I answer!
There are more things I want to do,
There is more time that I ask from you,
There are things that we need to work on,
And there is you and me, with separate paths to walk on,
Expectancy of your presence, I feel it not in the real world but in my world,
The world that you have created within me,
The long talks and unending love that we make,
The situations that bear me, and the calmness that please the pray,
But when I open my eyes, and my illusions end,
I see things the same as it was before, but the only thing that’s absent is you,
As you vague out of your actions and words, so beautiful yet so intangible to be true.
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