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Again
I find myself disenhearten,
By my
utter lack of valoure.
My
spirit’s slowly driven insane;
Don’t
think I can hold on much longer.
From
the moment in which, first I saw you,
I felt
within me feelings release.
I know
of no other who could be as true,
To give
off this warmth, and bring me to peace.
When
e’er I see your brilliant smile,
I feel
heated shivers run down my spine.
Your
laughter endeavours to beguile
This
heart of mine; to you I do resign.
Though
I still be unable to progress,
Know
that in each letter I did profess…
Some
day I hope to feel your warm embrace;
Smell
the fragrant sweetness of your scent,
As I
dare myself at long last to face
And
tell you that which always I have meant,
To you,
declare, with every character
Fiercely
written down in fevered passion,
Each
year, before myself I did deter
My
courage; despairing hesitation,
Has
this confession trapped within my soul.
Each
day longer brings me to agony;
As I am
forced to play a role,
That
drives me deeper into misery.
Still
my desire for you brightly burns,
Until
the time this day again returns.
And I
do find the courage to confess
That
which to you I so long to express.