I care for you.
It’s immature to utter,
Those three magical words,
As I’m undeveloped film,
In your antique camera.
I could count,
The words you’ve uttered,
And how many times,
You’ve looked at me,
Despite a cursory glance
Could eradicate dark clouds
And make the sun rise.
It’s ludicrous to say,
I care for you.
It’s immature to utter,
Those three magical words,
As I’m just a hazy,
Blurry vision in your world.
But I really do,
I really do.
You are the invaluable jewels,
My amaranthine love,
Despite I would never be
In your heart.
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