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I have secret feelings
Towards you, but

My lips are sewn shut,
And I can only whisper.

The way you speak
Of love and of women

Leaves this tender spot
In my heart. It warms

My cold hands, and gives
Hope to my soul, that if

It is not you, if you do not
Notice my flowery smile,

Then there are more men
Like you out there. That

I should keep my faith
High and stay strong.