by Alfonzo Bonofozi

Created on: October 27, 2009

I can't tell if I am hot or cold.

This feeling is getting rather old.

I am missing your beautiful face,

but now you're gone without a trace.

I am drowning in my own tears.

I look into this spiteful mirror.

Who am I?

This question...makes me want to die.

He stole you from me.

It is meant to be.

If you come back, I will know,

That our love will always glow.

For now, I die each day I wake.

Of you a queen i want to make.

Take my hand, my life, my love.

You were surly sent from above.

And for now, my love I lie in pain.

But I hope I will not die in vain.

Please come back to save my life.

We'll run away, I'll make you my wife.

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