to be cold with me
i'm used to
the temperature
but the cure
for caressing isn't
ceasing to be
especially when you're
far from me
learning your
love language is
harder
than any book
or scroll
watching the conversation
unfold from
intimacy
to full out mystery
makes love hard
to see
the beginning's all
i've got to hold
onto
in times like these
blurry is the road
to your heart
(apart)
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