The only thing that holds me up, that keeps me moving, is love.
Your love for me, that keeps my head up, and my legs moving.
That keeps me moving forward.
And my love for you, that makes me want to break free.
To overpower your love so that I may embrace you, and make you feel the joy that leaps in my heart whenever I see you.
Or at least that you might feel in your throat the same lump I feel in mine, when all that seems bright in a bleak world is that you are loved at all, even by someone far away.
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