Is what you are to me... a beautiful mystery I cannot solve...
A question without an answer... a riddle without a twist...
How can such a beautiful paradox... mean so much to me...
How can a mystery hurt me so... bring me so much pain...
Give me sadness and yet still be so beautiful to me...
This beautiful paradox is an oxymoron... beautiful her...
Painfully... hurtfully... tearfully... beautifully hers...
Gasping for air like a fish underwater... Words are meaningless...
Whispered thoughts speaking out loud... Undefined is my life without you...
Closing my eyes to see the warmth of color... Like a song without a note...
Preparing for rain on a day without clouds... A poem without meaning...
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