Adore 

With every waking thought, 

And every dream filled night,

My heart twists in a knot, 

Wishing for old quiet. 

Whether a strong windstorm, 

Or a lulling river,

To you my mind will form, 

As my soul will quiver. 

Found no rhyme nor reason, 

But I’m absorbed in you, 

Love they could not hasten

And only that is true. 

Yet now I am slipping, 

Adoring you more and more, 

The feelings so crippling, 

Affecting my very core. 

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