Love
by Pablo Neruda
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer
Remember your hands; how did your lips
Feel on mine?Because of you, I love the white statues
Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
Have neither voice nor sight.I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain
That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
Make to me an irreperable harm.Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
Vines on melancholy walls.I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
Glimpse you in every window.Because of you, the heady perfumes of
Summer pain me; because of you, I again
Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
Shooting stars, falling objects.
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Shooting Stars, Falling Objects
FanfictionLucy Chen is off to undercover school and Tim misses her more than he wants to admit. He knows he said they should be apart but one little text wouldn't hurt, right? Canon through 5x02 but then I just start making things up.