I wish that I could say I love you

The specter of your soul
Haunts me through and through
I think of it
Both day and night
I wish’t’b rid of you

And yet I still love you
It beats in my chest like a drum
That oppressive sound
To which I am bound
That relentless hypnotic hum

And finally when I am
Beaten- bloody and bruised
My love still stands
Like the clocks two hands
I can’t’b rid of you

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