every time i talk to you,
it pains me from within.
longing to see your face,
to hear your voice,
to hold you in my arms,
breaks me piece by piece.
i love you and always will
even if you don't believe.
what a paradox it is,
the more i long,
the more it pains me.
Please, Christina, understand
That i still love you so,
but unless it's all or none,
quite simply
it pains me from within.
Do you love me
or do you despise
for my eyes are for you,
write me back
if your love is true.
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