My eyes are the mirror to my soul,
If you look you will see my goal.
Without you I'm driftwood rotting on a beach,
So I beg, implore and beseech.
Release me from this torment,
Can you not see my true intent?
My heart is tender from the friction,
Your presence is my secret addiction.
This thrill that feeds me never decreases,
Please assemble our jigsaw pieces.
If I knew you would have me, I'd send you a letter,
But I know you will always find better.
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