Since I’ve met you, something insides been sweet,
Like the heart which I have felt so close to me.
You’re a drop of nectar that removes the bitter from defeat.
And I love you, by choice and not decree.
And now I have you, the lips I want to keep,
To kiss and smother them with my passion.
A delicate soul like a child during sleep.
With each day, the tenderness won’t lessen.

So willing, you could be my object:
But no! You’re not a possession.
I just want to hear as your heart sighs.
I can’t accept you as mine nor reject,
I can’t stay away nor build an obsession.
But, I fall deeper as I stare into your eyes.

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