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Unprompted
Why would you toss yourself into this?
Am I what you hoped for or what you miss?
Laying here I want to believe;
And your wanting eyes reminisce.
Polite affection and convenient passion sink
My confidence in ardour with a wink
To the feelings worn thin on my sleeve
And worn numb with my drink.
Another morning leaves me to pursue
Just one unprompted sentiment so overdue;
Surrender is both understanding and naïve,
Carelessly again I’m given, “I love you, too.”
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Oft expectation fails...
and most oft there Where most it promises
- Shakespeare, W.
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