How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…


"My longing demands an explanation
I’m guided by a strange fixation
life, my thought, my heart, my soul, they’re yours
As soon I caught a glimpse
they were yours

So now with a strange love I am accursed
I long to feel your skin
against my breast
Tis the only thing could ever quench this thirst
To hold
you in the pocket on my vest
There my heart
Is close
To you
There my heart
Is one

Prince Peach
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