STARCROSSED

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BECAUSE SHE WOULD ASK ME WHY I LOVED HER

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if questioning would make us wise,

no eyes would ever gaze in eyes,

if all our tale were told in speech,

no mouth would wander each to each..

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were spirits free from mortal mesh,

and love not bound in hearts of flesh,

no aching breasts would yearn to meet,

and found their ecstacy complete..

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for who is there that lives and knows,

the secret powers by which he grows,

were knowledge all, what were our need,

to thrill and faint and sweetly bleed..

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then seek not, sweetheart, the ‘If’ and ‘Why’,

i love you now until i die,

for i must love because i live,

and life in me is what you give.

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THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO PROVE,

THERE’S NOTHING I WON’T DO,

THERE’S NOTHING LIKE THE PAIN,

I FEEL FOR YOU.

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