I wish I had a heart to spare,
For every longing soul - a word;
Yet my own longing is unfair
I want a touch from the Unheard.
Out there, witness to my nonsense,
Wearing a hot, devilish smile
Stands out, amid a cloud of incense,
My burning love, my fiery trial.
Should I resist you? Should I dare?
'cause you're inhabiting my dreams
In ways that only make me care
To not awake from your heart's beams...
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