Very Middle

The words on my heart are not on my mind.
And the love
I have for you will
grow as old as time.
I cannot see who you are now that
I'm not with you and I can no longer behave
as if my love is still with you.
I have tried to develop a sense of
being there despite our separation, but the
love we had is in no revelation.
I loved you once, I'll love you again
because in my heart I know I do not want us to end.
Love me much, love me a little-
but do not forget what we had, right down to the very middle.

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