Is to hear the sound of your voice,
Its comfort,
Is like a soft blanket against my skin.
But how I'd long,
Like a child separated for its parents,
To hear the words you dare not say,
And my soul wants to know why?
You push away,
So often I know what not to think,
Like a fearful mouse,
Of the feelings you hold inside.
Yet, I know, that somewhere inside,
Lies a hidden treasure,
Waiting to be dug up,
The desire I want to feel,
Your love.
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