The longing for,
a certain touch,
it is just for love,
and not for lust.
Two minds,
work as one,
both longing for,
that certain love.
Understanding spirit,
gets hurt everyday,
by those who fear,
secrets will be slipped away.
I thought I knew myself,
for he I could never love,
comes near death,
and he becomes my freedom dove.
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