How can I put this?

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N o words in the world, or human feeling known,

all colours seem dun, since I met this girl.

I stay up all night, in case she rings,

Within my subconscious she lives in my dreams.

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H er zaffiro occhi, muddle my mind,

glinting, glistening straight from the mine.

Skin so soft, I miss her touch,

I’ll admit I’m an addict — I didn’t get enough.

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A nd I hate this feeling, which I can’t describe,

I’ve met the one, the last of my kind.

She said she loved me and I felt the same,

yet with finite time, imagine the pain…

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T o go on dates and fornicate, with other women to fight my mind,

I know she’s gone, I wish she wasn’t. My pain, my grief; sweet love of mine.