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Thoughts of you illuminate my spirit;
Never a flicker of flame, but with
Arching bolts which strike with a force
That disturbs my equilibrium.

My mind races as waves of passion flush over
My heart, causing me to gaze upon visions
Of impossible romantic possibilities.

Pathetic is this boy who anticipates the
True rhythm of love, with a girl he will never hold.

My imagined discourse of thoughts leave me suffering,
As my lips quiver with the words I shall never speak
to her: "I have loved you more than anybody in this world."