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rambling of sorts...

To feel that touch
To wryth in its embrace
To take a breath so deep
To shiver in its thrill
To feel the eyes upon you
To sight it changes the embrace
To feel your skin tingle with no wind in the air, and no body to hold
To sweat with one tear
To cry with a happy heart, still burdens the soul
To die inside a little more each day, trying to hide the pain
To compromise the sight, mind, heart, and soul
To lie to your heart to live another day
To rip the vessels apart each night
To fly with your soul is love
To be free amongst the trees
To be loved by anyone, sets your mind at ease to be free
To be misunderstood with no way of knowing, darkens the glowing
To bring love into your heart, brightens the soul
To sooth the body and soul
To lay at the bottom of the ocean
To be looking up at least
To be free from the troubles in which we see
To love and be loved is to be set free...