she kills me with a touch and with a glance
never have I been so deep in romance
loving her more than I thought I might
far beyond a mile and far out of sight
she filled me with something I've never felt
a mixture of emotions where lust and love melt
her passion it seemed dried and withered away
everyone has said nothing gold can stay
but I fight to fix and repair and withstand
right now I'd give anything just to hold her hand
but here I sit so lonely and left in the rain
eagerly waiting for a coming touch to relieve all this pain
I've failed to see why the passion has fled
I might as well be alone, laying on the edge of my bed
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