I
Love You
as
certain things are loved
in
silence
must
it be?
the
soul tires
of
this secret burden
must it be?
I am not afraid
to
fling myself
into
you
Quickly
Madly
Deeply
In
desperation
this
poem
pierces
through
I
must have you...
4-18-2001 5:04pm
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