Even when there is no time to spend
I know I'll talk with you far longer than
Is justified by you being my friend.
I ought to cut back - I no longer can,
But I can't muster up a sense of sorrow
About the thought that we will talk again
No matter what the circumstance, tomorrow.
I will be overjoyed to hear you then,
As I am always, since I am addicted
To your sweet words and how they touch my soul.
The weakness I have here is self-inflicted;
I don't know when, because the feeling stole
Into my heart some time ago. It's bliss
To talk to you even without a kiss.
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