He is my desire , my eternal flame.
I can't imagine a day without his kiss.
He holds me so close, I want to weep.
How much I love , how much I care.
But he is a fantasy, he is in my head.
My nights are gloomy, my way has no sense.
I make up stories,that I want to believe.
anyway, my life has strong bitter taste.
He is my desire
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