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You enchant me.
Some might decry this as sentimental words,
The words of an uncultured man.
I thus stand accused.
But my heart speaks.
My feelings I will not refute.
I will not become an emotional recluse.
As an adult, I should be in control of my emotions
but have not the desire to surrender.
I feel the pulse of joy and sadness as the seconds reverberates to the oscillations of the pendulum.
I watch the hours drift as I descend further into the abyss of time.
Inside, the adrenaline spurs my heart.
The pang rushes up my throat.
With every breath, I drift from the conscious to the unconscious.
I long to tell you how I feel
Write words
Tell you stories
Read to you proses,
But the fear of rejection holds me back.
Yet, the joy of the possible captivates me.
Not knowing how you will react,
The uncertainty, I know, will cause confusion, but for now, I will refrain, alas, maybe differ the pain.
But should one pursue the desires of the heart and tear all certainty apart?
