Every time I see it imminent I just wish on soaring onto it hence leading my way towards you.
Sincerely, every instant I am nearby I get fervent to just go take a peak at you.
Yes, this is redundantly pitiable.
Apparently I have not the lexis to utter my true feelings.
Honestly I do, I have all the words in my lexicon.
I merely panic being eloquent towards you not being considerate.
It's as if this venue to cajole your heart, and win you over will be futile.
The mêlée has been over, and I have been overwhelmed.
Overpowered by a force unknown to our scene, to our substantial touch, but simply encumbered by an onus called true love.
Somehow I undergo the sensation that you were just a plateau enchanting me one step higher to my decisive ambition.
I know where I am.
Yet I clueless to my banner.
Just hope you know that I might have once said I loved you, and I now know why I said it.
I was simply preparing myself for the one I have not yet met.
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