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More Than Love Loves To Be Loved
Crying in my broken arms,
as I was bringing her,
closer and closer to my heart.
I hope to never forget this feeling,
that makes me love her
more than love loves to be loved.
My face touches her face,
kissed by the pained tears
that come from the hated past.
I whisper
and I hope she listens
for in them I hold
everything that's true and never lies
all that I feel and never dies,
My love-
-for her.
poem
by
Serban Raducu Bogdan
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