How may I point out
The problem with your words?
The false things that I find
When your sentences are heard?
Or offend with your syntax,
It is more that I am absent
From you lips and spoken facts.
And will not be found ashamed,
Of my feelings boiling over
When I find you feel the same.
And haunt my nights with joy,
I can’t allow my thoughts to seem
As hopeless as a boy’s.
Is captured in your eyes.
And that now you should speak of me,
My love is no surprise!
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