Here I set, putting my words to paper,
For the poems you know so well.
To the question, my mind goes back,
I have asked myself before.
What would I have become,
If I had never met you.
Could I have found happiness?
Or, from day to day, would I have gone
Feeling lonely and blue?
I wish I could tell tell you.
That everytime I hear your voice,
A warmth surrounds my heart.
But, expressing my feelings is
Something I am not used to,
And where to start with you, I don't know.
So I think, until the time is right
I can tell you how I feel.
For you, I carry this flame inside
Which will continue to burn,
Until the day, that it is revealed.
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