To say I think of you
would be a lie, a great deceit
I live in thoughts of you
In eager smiles I do not deserve
I am tormented by a need to know you
Infatuated! Maddened world over by you
And every week I am recovered from you
I see you smiling at me, as if only for me
And my world begins anew, in your world.
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