How Can I Be What I Was'Nt Taught To Be, Blueyed Dove?
I love you more then words will ever express, but I must never tell you, because
you desire me to be something that I know not how to be. Each thought of you
race throughout my whole being and I am helded captive by them.
So when I behold your marvellousness I become as a man who has beendeaf
and dumb from the day of his conception. Yet, I quake within , because I desire
so desperately to tell you how my day of joyous mysterious was, but I know you
that you will only merely tellme I must be this or I am out of line with that.
Thus, do I keep my yearnings and experiences to myself never ever letting you
know me. What a tragedy to be silent when you can speak?
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