When in love

I am burdened,

Riddles with holes and hollowed. 

My burdens wash me from the skies.

My burdens gush from my east, my west, my north and my south. 

My burdens rumble beneath my feet and shakes the earth I tread.

But when told of your burdens I am rash and taken away. 

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