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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What if I confessed my love to you, Tell me just what would you do? Would you match my heart with yours Or would you leave me lost and torn? What if you found you felt the same And had only fate to blame? Tell me just how far would you reach For you to prove that love to me? I am but a man With love in mind and heart at hand. Would you take this gift from me In your hands or set it free? All of these questions fill my mind, But I know my deeds will come back in my own time. And still I wonder why I can find no sympathy in these lines. Tell me why, these thoughts have consumed life. Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I wonder. If chose to walk away Would you beg me to stay? Would you run after me If I felt I had to leave? Or would stay behind And carry on with your own life? Could you forget just what we had And send me off to some unknown land? As a memory I would have to stay. Sometimes I wonder if It would be better of that way. Sometimes I wonder why I can't find sympathy in these lines. Still I wonder why: I am but a man With love in mind and heart at hand. All of these questions fill my mind. But I know my deeds will come back in my own time. And still I wonder why I can find no sympathy in these lines. Tell me why, these thoughts have consumed life. I still wonder why with love in mind and heart and hand.
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