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Wish He Had
My love for him is nothing like any other
It is far deeper than ruby red lipstick
If blood was thicker, why then it’s mightier
If stars are seen, it must be realistic
Compared to desert, I have felt empty
As though air that sweeps to and fro that hissed
It must feel dainty, like a soft candy
How I dreamt to appear and co-exist
He sees rare light solely in everything
Yet he treasures, sees and gaze me rarely
As though larva, waiting to spread my wing
Treated less to find comfort for fairly
I still believe how my loving is fair
As he believed, my mind and heart is bare
Remerlaine Morante
