I have a hard enough time
telling the difference between my heart and my soul
without throwing love into the picture.
What has my love ever done to
prove his love? still
It doesn't matter to me.
I have made everyone else meet
some impossible standards
but forgive it of him.
I just don't know why.
What is impossible for man is poosible in dreams.
Love is blind, perhaps it is love that binds me so.
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