Let me feel the taste of your lips,
This is what I long for.
My soul hardly keeps
And I wonder how I endured without you
before.
Days pass,changing me totally,
But love remains untouched.
Your eyes pierced me mortally,
And I could barely keep hunched.
Among everyone,I would choose only you,
But my soul is afraid to admit this.
No matter how much I flew,
I still miss.
Taste of lips
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