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Why does my love for you still remain here?
It should diminish by the hands of time.
Yet my feelings blossom when you draw near
And it feels like I've committed a crime.
But when my feelings manifest themselves,
I become a slave to your refined charm.
And like the thick dusty book on a shelf,
I neglect it to prevent any harm.
Torture is your conciliatory voice
That satisfies my ears to the fullest.
To prevent love at once, I have no choice,
But to put its presence to the furthest.

It's better to love than not love at all
And take a treacherous, tumbling fall.