For the to exist such a being raring for others,
I often find my eyes watery, running down.
Eloquently said,
Nothing is empty with you, ain't it,
Rare are the dreams woven beside you.

In the to exist, a soul, craving all else,
My eyes often brim, cascading in torrents.
With eloquence untamed,
Every space fills with your essence,
Dreaming alongside you, a treasure so rare.

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