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White Wounded

“Stephanie, please you must write me another poem, more rhymes,

It has been nearly two years and we are entering new mutual times.

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Your book and the world-record in love poems has just not been enough,

while our intensive half-physical relationship so far has truly been rough.

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I regret and wish I would have been able to treat you better,

I compensated in eating sweets and my belly grew fatter.

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I am trying to give you my gold,

making sure you are protected and don’t feel cold.

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I wish you on my side,

I am filled with pride.

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I am still trying to formulate the answer to THE physical question: “Do I love you or not?”,

I am physically opening up and trying to answer through my heart: “Maybe a lot!”

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Maybe we can somehow make it through,

one day in the physical rue.

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When our conflicts start to ease,

and our surrounding is more appeased.

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When we are able to forgive each other and build true trust,

and we clean up all this emotional dust.

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We speak telepathically though our heart,

which still needs healing after being ripped apart.

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All this long physical distance grew us somehow closer together,

and one day we might see more sunny bright weather.

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I am ready to invest,

but there is still a lot to digest.

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I built around me a high protection fence,

these strong love feelings came at a high expense.

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I was overwhelmed with the intensive degree of love I never felt before,

you truly opened my heart´s door.

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The way you treated me has often not been very kind,

I am trying to forgive, leaving it behind.

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It is not so easy I admit,

often being close to a painful split.

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You filled up your account of love your own unique way,

while I was scared of another betray.

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I learned how much love can handle until it breaks,

how much pain it takes.

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I am scared your intentions are not pure,

my heart is suffering, doubting and not sure.

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We somehow turn around in the last second before it is too late,

desiring a different mutual fate.

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I cannot resist your spiritual kiss,

your half-physical touch is giving me bliss.

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How this road will lead us, we will one day know,

the eternal now will show.

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Germany, 11.10.2024

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​Du wirst Dich irgendwann erinnern, vielleicht wenn es dunkel wird. Ich ehre den Weg den Du gewählt hast. Möge er Dich glücklich machen. 

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