Breathless

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Roses will be plain rubbish

If once blue skies kept turning grey

Doves can’t anymore fly northwest

Leaves won’t transpire in zest

Each moment that passes

Every glimpse you create

All actions you make

Desert me, breathless

No creature shall complain

When I gasp in pure despair

How shall I love thee

If you already took my breath away?

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