Silent love
I’m hazy with he when he amazes me
And coy with laughter when he
Tampers with me
He thinks me sage
But I doubt my self
For my clever actions are not yet
Staged
I’m too truthful he says
I’m not yet done with naivety
Joyous to the bone I am
I’m white hearted
With love hearts
And fine purity
For I dance till my rhythm hits him
He wow’s me with love and delicate roses
Yet he won’t tell me a hint
I wait and wait
Till he lets his tongue out
But his lips won’t hum a word
I’d love him with all my senses if he uttered
A mere one sound.
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