You are the only one.
The microscopic view of the most stunning and most complex concept of a lover.
I would give you the world, if I had them.
My existence would offer you all the molecules that I have, to build you an empire.
Yet, you are not to be discovered.
Your soul is within the misty dusk, of which I can only enjoy for a short moment.
You are the order and chaos, the continuum of my void.
I am stuck in time, bound to your train of thoughts. Trying to understand the complexity of your idealism.
I have loved you, I hope it’d be enough.
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