Patience
A sensation of unbound affection
A beating heart knows not what it truly wants
The throbbing of passion seems ill
Like the roar of the engine; exceptional in abundance
The feeling burns; reduced to ashes
The memory fades as the brilliance of the setting sun
Left is a brighter future
Such are things to come with the new day sol
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