I have written a rhyme,
Long time ago, and lost it in time,
In dark nights of no sleep,
It was like a feeling burried so deep,
Burning of eloquent desire,
Of all pleasures that I admire,
In a heart so clumsy and dire.
You came with a peculiar charm,
And easily found the lost rhyme,
You reminded me how to feel,
To share what I always conceal,
Your presence is like a kiss,
That blossoms on my lips,
Every time we could speak,
I imagined what could be,
A sin to imagine or acquire,
O those feelings and desire,
Shall I keep deep and conceal?
Shall I wait for you to find,
The way you found that rhyme?

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