A strong attraction
A simple admiration
Indelidible the mark
On my heart's wall
I yearn for that day
To end this music
My heart plays
Of a passion untold
The heart is mean
A spring of waters
The treasure unshared
Despite this seething urge
The tongue craves
The treasure to unveil
Forth be words poured
This load to relieve
But words aren't becoming
None to be uttered
At least not verbally
The fear of the unknown.
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