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  • Walking on the tiniest wire,
    Holding my heart with both hands,
    Trying to flee the scary empire,
    Wondering where love takes off, where it lands.

    They told me I would fall off of you,
    But really, I fell on you, for you;
    Feeling feelings or thoughts,
    My feelings did not know they could feel,
    Before the first thought of you.

    Your heart just like a purple orchid,
    Offering the brut perfume of the unknown;
    Your words following on their own,
    The low and high tides of the ocean's lead.

    Staring at the reflection in the mirror,
    Trying without believing it to stay mine,
    When all I want is to stay yours.

    Remember I can always be a rock;
    For you: friend, lover, I will mock,
    Any dangers you will fear,
    Any scare you wish you could lock (up).

    I hope you will have the taste to enjoy,
    My honest and loving words,
    Hiding behind my speeches,
    Which are with no doubts, very coy.
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