If i could write you a shakespearian ...

who can disbute your beauty i
see with my own i's
in you, all you, hold you, feel you
close to me...
when i look at you
i smile and i
gleam with grace
and affection, yet all you do is me hurt.
i now know no
completion, fullfilment,
happiness, bliss love. only
the emptiness, cold, pain.
how can one created to love
live only to break me

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