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ALL LIFE TIMES

A million words would not sound you out
You inspire this feeling that makes me want to shout
Priceless
I choose to write
Sound my heart unequivocally a cross life and time
That it may never be forgotten that I loved
And deeply so

How I chanced upon you I can't tell
But it must have been written in the stars
That you will be the healer of my scars
That love I will find on a mountain so high
That flying would never be easy
But splendor that is to die for

This is a little loco
Somehow it feels like I need your permission to breathe
You leave me breathless in a nice way
But this breathless is terrifying when you are away

Delicate noble one you smashed me, a monster who would not break
In the heat of everythig and in the rain of love
A zillion flames would not melt me
What is hotter than your presence and cuteness
What is colder than your absence and silence
How would my heart not crack in such a switch
What would forge me back if not the enchanting flames of your love 

In all worlds I will find you
In all lifetimes love you
Even if for a day is the long I live, I will find and love you
I will break the glass and enter the flame
With a rage of a free spirited stallion that would never be tame
I will chase you
Like life depends on our love

I want to watch a last sunset with you
And let you see the sun set in my eyes
Too much to ask
But my soul asks that you be the one that I see when I stand at the horizon
Before the world turns black
And I wake and wait for you in another lifetime 

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