It's so difficult to break the silence
Amid the impenetrable loquacity
That you share in the company of others.
And I cannot fathom the reason why,
Though I so desire to get a glimpse of your soul,
My knees go weak at the thought of approaching you.
And no matter how shallow they may be to you,
I relish every little tête-à-tête we have,
For only in them could I voice out,
Or perhaps type out, my thoughts to you.
So please don't lose what little interest you might have in me,
Maybe someday I can do better.
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