My throat is dry and my brain is numb,
and I'm not good with words
but your eyes make me a poet
and your smile warms my skin
your touch is fire but
somehow you're still cold.
How could I see in technicolor at the mention of your name?
Why does your voice fill my mind with words?
And I love the though of this,
I love your mind
and I try but this love is one sided.
Daydreaming of you and your affection.

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