Love teeters on the brink,
always, of death.
Searching, struggling for just
one last breath.
One last one on her cheek.
Not a kiss, just
a breath that holds more soul
passion and trust…
But love is not threatened
from the outside.
By nature it is tortured:
side by its side.
Hold her like a lover,
and to love her
and not without passion
but not to have her…
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