A/N: I meant to make it longer, but then it would just sound… like I was ranting. And I just CAN'T have that.
Oh, how my fevered heart pounds for your touch,
And the gentle caress of your presence!
The mere thought of you sends a shockwave through my hopelessly ensnared soul,
it must be in bits from this lovely torture...
My hourglass speeds up when you are near, I fear
Loving you may be the death of me in this world...
But the addiction has already plagued my soul,
and I die in happiness!
To the back of my memory with you!
And to the cold, unforgiving knife of reality with myself!
Though we go our separately cruel ways,
And ours is a love destined to wither,
I pine for thee!
My sweet, my love...
My heart is your sole hostage!
(The rest is illegible from salt water damage...)