Go now, from my side,
and from my insides,
When you linger, I get little done...
Such a fantastic distraction
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'Though you go...you are never gone far from the fantasy.' Quite a passionate statement, though the poem is of contrasting rather than complementary feelings: 'Move now, just out of sight, so that I might notice the seasons changing or the hours passing...or the crickets chirping Anything...anything...other than you'
Isn't love grand and all consuming... a notion that devours heart, mind, body and spirit.... at least that is what your pen is telling me that we share in common... a true and genuine love of love.