He who haunts my thoughts
Is a ghostly dancer, gracefully gliding
Through the shadowed hallways of my mind
His beautiful visage a reminder of love’s cruelty
He who haunts my dreams
Is a shrouded wraith, passionately screaming
Into the ancient depths of my memory
His keening voice an echo of love long past
He who haunts my heart
Is a powerful phantom, relentlessly beating
Out the rhythm of my urgent desires
His elegant hands the conductor of love’s symphony.
He who haunts my soul
Is a shining specter, quietly beckoning
Beyond the veil of my fictional reality
His piercing eyes a mirror of love’s true form.
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