TWO DAYS OF YOU

I closely cling to you...
Drawing into me all the strength you give.
Pushing back tears and saying nothing.
Your warmth is sweet perfume,
Enveloping my cold heart and reforming it's broken tissues.
Like a pure white light. ..
Breathtaking to behold. ..
your love engulfs me
Together is never close enough
and being apart breaks my heart
Two days of you and I must let go
I don't care if our love is impossible
I just want to stay close to you. 

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