allow my heart to grow for you
don’t trample my animate love
and shove the idea out of my grasp
i know
i could never compare to her
her touch, her lips, her long brown hair
give me permission for my heart to fond over you
until the fire dies
the flame that only gains and thrives

© simon whittle — 19.0620 — from lovers’ tiff: a ballad

to the one i will never have. to my true love. to my loss.

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