the silence of which I speak
has always, always loved you.
A million blue moons ahead of now
undoubtely, I will,
I will always love you.
Even at this moment,
when I still might not know
the shape of your lips;
even when I still
might not have heard
the sound of your name,
my love is not at all still!
It beats for you in silence
and misses you warmingly,
my love, my very soul mate
wherever you might be.
wherever you might be.
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