My heart fills up with light and warmth each time I think of you.
I try suppressing my emotions with no result;
I think I love you.
Perhaps just an illusion. One of a kind.
The kind that I created,
The kind that keeps me going and I want to know:
Does loving you make me a sinner?
I want to love who I please and I choose to love you.
Not hoping for anything, I just want to love you.
My silent love.
Somewhat of an illusion.
Creation of an intricate mind of mine.
I smile...and hope that in my next life
I will be honored for you to be mine.
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