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I did not love you out of boredom
nor out of empty loneliness,
nor out of passing fancy,
but for that energy.
I loved you because desire,
like fire in the storm,
burned within me,
in every beat, in every bead.
It was a fire that devoured,
stronger than sadness,
more intense than the mist,
that envelops nature.
And I knew, deep inside,
that loving you was a risk,
even if the world was crumbling,
and reason was a blind man.
I did not love you on a whim,
nor a refuge of solitude,
but because in your love I found
the depth of truth.