A life without love
is a life without a purpose
like a sun without a ray
or a clown without a circus
There is no reason to live
unless someone lives with you,
Yet there is no reason to die
if no one will miss you
The pain of a love,
That is not returned
Is the pain of a person
Who will forever be burned
To grow and live
to an age so old
Is pointless without
a hand to hold
As your mind withers
You may suffer with me
I will be for you
Whatever you want me to be
I will be your love
Your hand to hold
I will keep you warm
In the blistering cold
By me you
Will never be burned
For if you love me
Your love is more than returned
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