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22-09-2011
Medically Speaking
A breeze awakens the fire Forcing sweat glands to transpire A breeze spreads the conflagration The heart seems the causation
An order by the brain Pumping adrenaline through the veins The heart starts to flutter Causing you to stutter
A stressful smile in pain But you do not complain As both eyes won’t turn from her You know there is no medical cure It’s love… The symptoms made it sure
If you were the moon The wolf would be me Admiring how you paint the sky
I know you lit those stars for me And however beautiful they might be I pay them little mind As my gaze is set on you And how you glisten in my eye
You know none of that I can return Not even the smallest of gestures But how I try to reach out to you With all there is a simple wolf can do A howl at night to my friend in the sky And hoping some night you’d catch my eye
If you were the moon The wolf would be me Howling its deepest love for you And loving you I truly do