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This love

by Cella Bella

This love,

Clouding my judgment
Caressing my fears
Holding me tightly
Suppressing my tears

This love, could it be true?

For every night I lay beside,
My Romeo, my knight
How I wonder, as he sleeps,
With obscure disbelief

This love, will it end?

Was every word
And every touch
And every kiss
Just pretend?

This love, his love, could it be,

Or just lechery?