you never know a good thing before you lose it,
but to never lose you doesn't mean to say i'll never love you
immeasurable endearment spurs with every gentle caress,
relishing in the fumes of soul-to-soul contact
forever will be gone soon,
false promises are worth my hand in yours
i can't fight it anymore than you,
keep me here and lose yourself similarly
your loss is the end of life,
together, we rot in warmth
silent and fading
silently, and knowingly in love
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