Confession

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Too shy to confess
Mental turmoil caused by
Difficult decisions.
Do not forget
I am nervous too.

Let the words
Sweet nectar dripping from your lips
Fall and swirl into my emotions
Sticking close to my heart
Perfectly saccharine thoughts.

I am afraid to be yours
To utter the words
You want to hear.

But my god.
I have lost control
You are so radiant
More than any flower
Flourishing beneath the sun.

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