I hate hanging up on you after the way you say "I love you."
Somehow totally pronouncing the period while simply saying "I love you".
It's one of the constant feelings I have with you,
Leaving me mindlessly craving for more.
I love how your voice strikes my inner sides,
But not how it happens to take over my mind.
And it never seems to strike alone because of my love for you,
A love I risk to trust in all the beautiful lies.
So I try to savor your words in my mind,
The way your voice holds my heart away,
The river of longing lit by your smile,
Every moment of what we have.
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