All my life,
I have felt the nearest joy,
when I feel for the first time,
this hidden interest,
the emotions I can no longer touch,
in the slightest hint,
in moments that are reminiscing,
this gentle and sad face of mine,
in the lively tone of your voice,
in the surge of memories,
that anticipate all the love I can give for you,
I remain true to myself,
I remain lively and loud,
vivid to sense that what life can offer me,
is the quiet correspondence of affection,
your subtlety, your buoyant character,
knowing that I secretly love you.
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 4:26 AM UTC
All my life,
I have felt the nearest joy,
when I feel for the first time,
this hidden interest,
the emotions I can no longer touch,
in the slightest hint,
in moments that are reminiscing,
this gentle and sad face of mine,
in the lively tone of your voice,
in the surge of memories,
that anticipate all the love I can give for you,
I remain true to myself,
I remain lively and loud,
vivid to sense that what life can offer me,
is the quiet correspondence of affection,
your subtlety, your buoyant character,
knowing that I secretly love you.
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