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They say that for love one does not die, one only suffers, but what is this torture that tears my being apart? With each beat, my heart for yours suffers bleeding to death in this endless absence
It's not the lack of love that slowly kills me, it's not being able to find you, nor you coming to meet me, It's the slow agony of each dreamed kiss that my lips yearn to steal from you with devotion.
Each passionate caress that my skin longs for in the intimacy of your arms, entwined as one soul. I die for you, for not having you in my life as I long for, this eternal waiting, this endless agony destroys me.
They say it's imagination, that love doesn't take your life, but what is this tearing that lacerates my heart? This heart-rending anguish, this incessant weeping, my feelings rebelling for longing for you without having you.
Some say that it is forbidden to die for love, others that it is only a story, a cruel fantasy, but I receive as punishment this infinite agony of dying of love for you, without being able to forget you.