Oliver's Flame
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A poem from one imaginary person to another

Oliver's Flame

My beloved Oliver,

My beloved Oliver, I know you have never been the type for cynicism

My beloved Oliver, I know you have never been the type for cynicism You've always seen the world through bright eyes

My beloved Oliver, I know you have never been the type for cynicism You've always seen the world through bright eyes And so it is not a surprise that you still believe in love at first sight

My beloved Oliver, I know you have never been the type for cynicism You've always seen the world through bright eyes And so it is not a surprise that you still believe in love at first sight Yet I cannot say I share your perspective.

We do not reside in as beautiful a place

We do not reside in as beautiful a place As you have been led to believe.

We do not reside in as beautiful a place As you have been led to believe. I must admit

We do not reside in as beautiful a place As you have been led to believe. I must admit I do not understand your view.

We do not reside in as beautiful a place As you have been led to believe. I must admit I do not understand your view. How can you see such light

We do not reside in as beautiful a place As you have been led to believe. I must admit I do not understand your view. How can you see such light When all is dark?

Perhaps the world has jaded me, my dearest

Perhaps the world has jaded me, my dearest But I hardly remember a time when I could see through the kaleidoscope that clouds your vision.

Perhaps the world has jaded me, my dearest But I hardly remember a time when I could see through the kaleidoscope that clouds your vision. We have discussed time and time again

Perhaps the world has jaded me, my dearest But I hardly remember a time when I could see through the kaleidoscope that clouds your vision. We have discussed time and time again That I see deformity where you see individuality

Perhaps the world has jaded me, my dearest But I hardly remember a time when I could see through the kaleidoscope that clouds your vision. We have discussed time and time again That I see deformity where you see individuality And where I see human gullibility

Perhaps the world has jaded me, my dearest But I hardly remember a time when I could see through the kaleidoscope that clouds your vision. We have discussed time and time again That I see deformity where you see individuality And where I see human gullibility You see a capacity for love I've never come across.

I did not fall for you easily

I did not fall for you easily I am a careful man, and you burn like a forest fire

I did not fall for you easily I am a careful man, and you burn like a forest fire And yet eventually you tore my barriers away.

I did not fall for you easily I am a careful man, and you burn like a forest fire And yet eventually you tore my barriers away. You are the reason I believe in true love

I did not fall for you easily I am a careful man, and you burn like a forest fire And yet eventually you tore my barriers away. You are the reason I believe in true love But love like ours takes time.

You argue that any flame can burn if it sparks

You argue that any flame can burn if it sparks But I ask you

You argue that any flame can burn if it sparks But I ask you Can that love be called "true"?

You argue that any flame can burn if it sparks But I ask you Can that love be called "true"? A flame may start, to be sure

You argue that any flame can burn if it sparks But I ask you Can that love be called "true"? A flame may start, to be sure But it does not grow if the spark was weak

You argue that any flame can burn if it sparks But I ask you Can that love be called "true"? A flame may start, to be sure But it does not grow if the spark was weak Or if there is nothing for it to burn

You argue that any flame can burn if it sparks But I ask you Can that love be called "true"? A flame may start, to be sure But it does not grow if the spark was weak Or if there is nothing for it to burn And instead it flickers out.

I know, my darling Oliver

I know, my darling Oliver That we may disagree on matters such as this

I know, my darling Oliver That we may disagree on matters such as this But even the skeptic that I am

I know, my darling Oliver That we may disagree on matters such as this But even the skeptic that I am I feel in my heart that we shall not let it separate us.

I know, my darling Oliver That we may disagree on matters such as this But even the skeptic that I am I feel in my heart that we shall not let it separate us. Rather I beg of you that our flame should never go out

I know, my darling Oliver That we may disagree on matters such as this But even the skeptic that I am I feel in my heart that we shall not let it separate us. Rather I beg of you that our flame should never go out And instead we should burn through the night.

I know, my darling Oliver That we may disagree on matters such as this But even the skeptic that I am I feel in my heart that we shall not let it separate us. Rather I beg of you that our flame should never go out And instead we should burn through the night. Always devoted,

I know, my darling Oliver That we may disagree on matters such as this But even the skeptic that I am I feel in my heart that we shall not let it separate us. Rather I beg of you that our flame should never go out And instead we should burn through the night. Always devoted, Marius

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