What my heart feels,
I cannot tell
My mind is fogged,
but I must not fail...
Not so unlike the sickening weed,
but a fierce passion,
I cannot feed.
You're standing right behind me,
(teasing) sweet breath upon my neck...
Why torture me so cruelly?
The rose I cannot smell
The jewel I cannot touch
The sweets I cannot taste
The love I cannot have...
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