I know,
but deep down we both
long to be close.
Life is beautiful,
but wouldn't it would be better
resting gently
in loving arms?
Yet at the onset of love,
I panic.
I run.
For your sake and mine
I wish love came natural for me
like flowers in Spring
and lemonade in July.
Please understand
that I don't want to hurt you.
For the tears that you cry,
they also are mine.
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