When I Speak Of You Comments

When I speak of you, there's always so little to tell. But I knew that, of course. That it'd be a hide and seek. That I'd always be looking out for words and words, they'd be looking for you. You see, they were scheming. To capture you, to lock you up in the castle that I was. But you were too beautiful. Always too beautiful to be captured by them. Too free. Too wild, like the wind. And they warned me, they did. That winds, one day, would turn into storms.

And I was a castle, the most magnificent of them all.
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