Following you, my love,
I got lost.
Waiting for you, my love,
I kept dreaming.
Hoping of you, my love,
Has gotten me going.
Whispering to you, my love,
I learned how to speak.
Living for you, my love,
Is my sole purpose.
And yet, my love,
I do not dare look you in the eyes.
That would be death,
As perfection is not to be seen.
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