When Missing Becomes Obsession

Oh, I love Her.

I do.

I cannot leave my life for Her

But in my mind

I have been with Her

Since the day We first kissed.

 

Oh, I love Her.

I do.

If I could be two people

As I already am inside

I would fly to Her

And never leave again.

 

Oh, I love Her.

I do.

I know thinking about Her

Is not letting go.

In fact, it grows

My love inside.

 

Oh, I love Her.

I do.

Even though loving

Makes it hard for Her and me.

Some things are simply

Worth a little pain.

 

Oh, I love Her.

I do.

And always

This will be true.

 

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(Ah, ok, I’d better busy myself with something else today…)

(I tried to add photos to these poems today, but I am at home and have to use Opera to post because it allows me to leave less of a trail, but Opera won’t allow me to upload a photo. Ah, well, I really should be distracting myself some other way anyway…)

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