I've never felt my heart tremble more,
Than at the thought of
Never being with my true love again.
You, who makes me
Pour out my feelings
Like a broken dam;
Corrupt me like a pre-pubescent youth,
Lovesick and tender-aged.
My stomach turns and my heart leaps
When I picture your sweet, slender arms
Round my neck.
My cold, cold body
Sweats with passion
When I feel your warmth.
Time cannot hold back
The love I feel,
Nor the beauty I see;
Yet soon I shall waste away to nothing,
For unrequited 'tis a pity for the man
Who wears his heart in plain view.
And you, my love,
Do not request my presence.
Written by L. Allen Hurd, Jr. in July 1995
That is all.
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