The love I have for you
Is a bud on a plant.
At the sunshine of your
Concern it has to bloom.
Don’t be dumb, nor keep mum.
The love I have for you
Is a bird, a singing bird,
For your ear to hear
It will have to spell out.
Don’t be deaf, nor to muff.
`The love I have for you
Is a flower that hides
With shyness to the sun light
And much coyness to bees.
No need to be bashful.
You starve, I crave,
If we fail to assert, the world would desert us.
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