You
Me for you, your foppish dandy,
And me to listen, as you talk.
But I do doubt, I’ll be handy,
Even to take you, for a walk.
Why love for me, you say you’ll give,
But mine for you, is still wary.
And I’ve learned, that love is to live,
Yet live I won’t, for ‘tis scary.
Even now you don’t understand.
How I could leave with an empty hand.
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