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As long as..

Posted to Action Poetry

there is love reflecting back to me,
by your where I'll be

It never took material needs
Only the ability to read the things

That I cannot say aloud

Never stray for another
For my heart cannot take

The pain I would feel to leave
Just to try and replace that love with others

I'd rather head for the hills,
than be your former lover