Pangs...

I have such pangs,
which keep me all chained up,
and I have such pangs,
which hark to another time and place.

I have such pangs,
which keep me turned inside out,
and I have such pangs,
which hark to some lover, some woman.

Yet most recently, I have such pangs,
which cry out in the middle of the night for you,
just for you, dearest one, precious one,
oh, apple of my eye, gentle thief of my heart.

I have such pangs,
which keep me always wanting, always desiring,
and I have such pangs,
which keep telling me that I知 falling in love with you.

I have such pangs,
that say that I知 so unsure as to how to approach you,
and I have such pangs,
which keeps reminding me that you池e oh so very precious.

And most recently, I have such pangs,
which paralyzes me, and stops me, from saying anything,
to you.

And by saying nothing,
I know,
I値l never be heard.

And by saying nothing,
I know,
you値l never hear, my praise, my loving words.

And by saying nothing,
I know,
they値l never ever be a chance of you loving me.

And by saying nothing,
I know,
I hurt myself far more than I can possibly hurt you.

 

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