I'd freeze myself to pause time for you - to keep my love for you - to wait for you.
I'd allow wonders to pass but only to tell myself that my flinches are from love pangs and not longing.
But when my resevoir of nostalgia loses ore, your ardency is far and I am cold. I am cold and searching for you, you, who searches for his blushing bride upon return.
My lips are blue, my eyes vacant, and I can barely move on - only for you.
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