Metaphor


You love him and you know it
Although your hearts tune is mildly intemperate
To you his eyes shine like a beam sprouting from a silver tea pot
And your heart dances like a Gypsys spine
You know that taking a chance could mean losing it all
And you believe he is worth the loss of mind
So instead of taking steps, you leap
Hoping this one will stay long enough for you to fall asleep
Opening up to him can be a blessing or cause of pain
But you know that if you don't
He'll never even know your name

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