Daily Credo for a Cure

Loving you is a pleasant crime
punishable by agonizing pain.
Wanting you is living in despair
in those warmhearted moments
now carried off by the summer wind.
As my burning desires slowly fade away,
I realize I have only embraced you in my dreams,
and that you are nothing but human;
and as a creature of this earth,
you too are made of dirt
and destined to go back to dirt,
a material thing I can let go of anytime I want,
if I so choose to.

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