She doesn't live here any more

 Something between Empty Rooms and Right Here Waiting.

F(r)or(m) this moment (and) in (for) a million years , my mind's in fray, Heart vs Reason locked in fierce display. The avalanche of her memory forces my soul to implore, (y) "She does not live anymore,(?)" yet thought seeking solitude soars even more.

To submit or not, my life's fate to decide, In this War , One chance, no place, no witnesses , no lies , no time to ever hide. In this tone of truth and error, my heart cries  "do try!" , Will I be finally seized by love for her, or eternally be free and alone until the day , i die?

My Heart, my dear, do not betray me yet, Let the beatings for her endure and drum her ears and siege her heart and mind and mine be mine her own feelings of gold , and let the echoes travel back to what may it be unchained unchanged to what her beauty means to me.
My Mind, remain strong, for my will never give in , For What I sense from her is pure, and my soul shall , because of you both , ever render not asunder but one not prevailing yet nor surrendering either.

For Because of her what will i know will be good.

And if she says true i will love her.
If she does not i will die alone.

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