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I have walked in my heart many a mile
in search for the perfect offering
to complement your unusual ways
something of mine to match your love
for the gods have made me jealous
of the simple pleasures you feel
I see the truth within and no lies
your love is as natural as breathing
I am loathe to touch your heart
lest I change your wonderful ways
in comparison, I am truly lacking
failing to match passion for passion
I almost fear to touch what I want
lest you measure my needs with yours
my pieces does not match your part
and I wonder if you want me to stay
but you bestow unto me a gentle kiss
chasing away those fears deep within
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