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She can't tell me that all of the love poems have been written
Coz she's never been in love with you before
From a distance, into my secluded corner
I refrain as I admire your suave aura
Like I can reach up to you from the crowd
Like I can imagine you getting up and call my name
Infront of the others, infront of admirers
As I'm trying to contain myself but everyone likes you
I know I'm not the only one --
You can't see me but I dream of you.
Your skin smells lovely like sandalwood when I pass by
Your eyes are from soft morning tints to dark ebony nights
Like I can wander from them in an eternal labyrinth
As I admire you way from a distance, into my solemn corner
I know I'll be the one least likely chosen
By the divine infront of me.
As I'm trying to restrain myself but I'm not good enough
To want to kiss the back of your neck to the top of your spine
Where your hair hits right down to your backbone
And feel your skin rubbed against mine
Gnaw on your fingertips and fall asleep
I'll talk you to sleep deep in the night, under the white sheets
And nothing else matters to me but
Your musk and my floral scent.
She can't tell you that all of the love songs have been written
Coz she has never been obsessed w/ you before
She won't appreciate you from the many names in her blackbook
Listed in alphabetical order like a trophy collection
As you'll most likely live to be another infatuation she'll forget
Your soft aura and your masculine scent like sandalwood I admire
But you see, I'm not like them, I'll never take you for granted
Catch a firefly and burns a hole in my hand --
Stultified, I wanted to show you.
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