I stand in bewilderment, consumed with my ardent thoughts of you
You allow me to articulate the continence of my soul in such a profound way
You have a talent for unlocking abstruse emotions I have inside
I would cease to exist without you
My existence would be bleak
It would be an existence lacking color, taste, with inanimacy
Occasionally you glide off my tongue with the most careful and precise intentions
At times, I am left with pondering, how I could have stopped you from inflicting harm
Once in a while you’re unsure and apprehensive
And sometimes you’re exuberant.
Radiating confidence, even I am
impressed with, but it is when you say
Nothing, it becomes alarming
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