Eyes òf desire pẻceive me, but I don't think you'll ever leave me.
Your strength and course humor cònfine me.
The word I write for you ẽxcites me.
Its been two weeks do you still want me to be yours an woe me.
I've been thinking and dreaming òf you cónstantly.
In each mission ẽxposing my violence and agression to the ênemy.
But ìf I'm cásted into a lake òf fire we still would be divine together.
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Ìf I'm Casted into a Lake òf Fire
RomanceLong weeks out in the desert, in performance for actions training in war. But missing a signifigant ọther in work that sucks.
