It seems to me,
(Or am I obtuse?)
But language often,
Is a ruse,
A way to hide,
What thought’s expressed,
A curtain drawn,
A floor length dress,
A fabric sown
To conceal,
A bursting breast
And how it feels;
Your men must be
A difficult lot,
Else why must you
Obscure the plot,
Come my unseen
Chirping bird,
Confess your heart
In simpler words
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