Where do you rob
All these wonderful tales from
Or is it really
Just your beautiful mind?
Something erupts in me
I want to come at you
With all that I’ve got
But I’m here
You’re there
Being most wondrous
And irresistible
With your every word
Your every thought
I wish I could express
But at the same time
Be a mystery too
But it goes to show
You’ve stolen all of me
Even what I once used
To make me describe you
You are all sorts
Of wonderful and joy
And knowing I’ve got you
I’d probably burst
Into a thousand flames
Right about… now
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