My deepest fear is of you my dear no matter how near, your sweet voice on my ear, your laughter my tear. My world simply a sphere devoid of why we're here to steer, into the night.
I'm afraid of drowning in you, my heart like a spear in the deer which you veer to the pier on this, the new year.
And still I feel impetuous, I just can't help it, to climb the castle walls, to find you, high born lady of quality.
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