Burdened with love and empathy
I urge to succumb.
not to be fooled and be manipulated.
But for the purity of my love to be genuinely reciprocated.
Haunted by your tender touch and comforts.
I'm forced to remember ; a moment ends.
Embracing my resistance, at least until he has a name.
I anxiously await the coming of
dawn-ovan , but all he brings with him is purple rain.
F. Smith
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