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As I sit, there is a liquid of emotion;

it flows around me from the noise.

Sombre to joy;

sorrow to hope;

melancholy to acceptance.

You open me up to it –

you introduce me to warmer endings.

But where did it begin?

Where will it take me?

I am not of a similar face,

of similar voice,

or similar kind.

I am me – and you allow it to be.

I accept your generous light,

keen to steal it for myself.

You smile and gladly grant my thievery,

for you know no ending.

My love;

my beginning;

the thread of my being –

it is now all romantic with you.