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Touche
Touche young madam,
Granted you believe
The beauty of divine,
Auras, completely oblivious
to my intentions, or yours
My heart is cold, glacier to compare
Yet it melts, when you are near,so
I'd hold you dear, with care
More fear, to contemplate
suicide if only to avoid rejection,
simply due to imperfections
I'm crazy, ineffably crazy
For you, and only you
Tear away my body, and
You see my soul rings true
Deeper than love, no
Deeper than the ocean blue,
Misconstrued conceptions maybe of you
