Breath

The feeling of sinking in the soul of every man and woman when they are too afraid to act upon an impulse of emotion

I fell in love with you as quick as a thunderbolt, Struck was I a young man of 15
Never did I acknowledge what type of a man I would be
Whatever might be true about that, life is but a whisper, a passion of reflecting glass showing us our own self recollection that do not bode with my everlasting emotional pull
Then what life be without this passion for emotion, am I nothing but a tool?
Some may think that a lover so bold beneath the darkest sundrops of tears
But I now know the answer to that, my life only reflecting my fears

The End

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