Ones love can not be enough.

But when you found the love of one,

It becomes too much.

You think of them when you say a certain word.

When it's the one word that you think of,    

It's all the words that remind you of them.

One thought can bring you to them,

One motion can bring you to your knees,

To beg for their presence.

The End

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