Inspired by: .....my heart

If you felt my longing it would burn you too,
you can call me a fool,
but this heart is not meant for two, three, four,
majority can't endure.
Have you ever felt your heart cry out,
mine cries out for you,
burns, withers, coal, to ashes then gone away,
to visit another noon.
I drank a glass from temptations juice,
and still unbearably, all I see is you,
as love laughed maniacally.
Should I give it to another,
but what good of it when you're it's only lover,
can't be lost in another,
no, no other.

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