Strained for hours, to sit and write for you,
to rhyme lines full of romantic words.
A passion, incessant,
elegant magnificence,
a beauty, transparent,
eternally astounding.
A struggle so painful, no words can be bound together
to truly illustrate the way, that my lusting heart stutters
when you smile, when you laugh, when you breathe.
I laugh now, seeing my words lay paradoxically,
since those words paint my love for you, almost impeccably.
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