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Why does it hurt, this heart of mine made to love. it's because you stole it, your sheer beauty and grace robbed me of it. the one article I never want to hold once again. You stole it and held it an effort only someone as incredible as her herself could do. The magnificence that carries a soul above all others. I have been loved tis true. but none others have made me feel the way you do. The sheer serenity born from your lips is the only thing I crave. to have you here is a dream, to hear you breathe is a dream And to hold you in my arms crying as I try to grasp reality with you in my arms is all my heart could beg for. The only thing I need to hold me is your arms. My heart was made to love made to care, but through the years it's fallen apart. you've brought it back and held onto it,as if you were to hold a child. You held it and nurtured it spurring it's growth and the same as a child it grew attached. I never want to leave you and I want to hold onto you till the day i die. Call it a lot or call it not this is my dream I wish to make a reality.