I am so afraid of Losing You
That I have decided not to find you.
It is not the lack of your Love
That frightens me
It is the thought of having your Fleeting Love
For if my heart does not know warmth
It will be satisfied with the cold
If my Lips don't know your softness
They will be happy dry as they are
I don't want to drink
From Your cup of Life
Let it be full and brimming.
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