Lovegraphy

Every evening is filled with burning emotions.
Look, an innocent plea is pouring out of those fragile eyes.
Hope sometimes trembles on the lips,
is a forbidden desire in his fingers.
Say, if every letter is longingly sought,
if you can find them all in a single village,
if it's left to me to understand without reading,
...no problem.
At least talk to me.
Now I'm writing to you like you love me
even if I'm not your lover, but you name it
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