If I were to ask,
How much you love me —
would you say it is as vast as the sea,
As endless as the night
Spent beneath shimmering stars.
As tender as the dawn
Kissing the swaying fields,
As sacred as the gaze
Of eyes filled with devotion?
There is so much to ask,
So much to say ——
Yet I know,
You cannot love me so.
For love requires a heart,
And you have none.
Forget the heart —
Even your words feel hollow,
Your worth smaller
than the weight of these emotions.
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MuSa (Pseudonym) (
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Some people are not capable of love. Passion filles their world passion of a sexual nature. Love is rare. Passion fooled and fooler itself under the disguise and mask of love plays its part but leaves when the play is over. Well written
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