He was a general in a world of sheep.
I was passion in a world asleep.
Together we learned what it meant to love and suffer for one another.
I must have understood then why I had to burn for him but that knowledge is lost to me now.
All I have are fragmented memories of a man I loved with all my heart.
My heart has deep moody blue eyes, curly brown hair and pouty lips that rival the sun when they smile.
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