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Of everything I have seen,
It’s you I want to go on seeing:
Of everything I’ve touched,
It’s your flesh I want to go on touching.
I love your orange laughter.
I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.
What am I to do, love, loved one?
I don’t know how others love or how people loved in the past.
I live, watching you, loving you.
Being in love is my nature.