I cannot gaze forever in your eyes
Nor hold your hand indefinitely long;
I cannot touch your fingers in this wise
Unendingly, and though I know I'm strong
I cannot always hold you. At some point
I must let go and turn my head away,
I must reflex and rest some tender joint,
I must release you and no longer stay
To touch. Yet even when I do all this
Do not imagine that my love is gone
No more than, when I breathe after a kiss
It means I do not want you. I love on
And will continue to, no matter which
Way I am showing it, or if I switch.
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