If i tell you i love you, 
Will you take it as forgeries? 
If my emotion is bound by thy facial rule, 
Will you call it lie launderies.
No! 
I know you won't.
Go! 
I myself won't.
I'll rather woo my heart, 
Than to from you hear my stats.
But, to be candid, 
I'm indestructibly placid.
Fumbling through my heart, 
Searching for a word to make a start.
But what if she says no, 
Then i'll surely go.
No, she shouldn't go, 
No, she won't say no.
Then, give me a word, 
Before she leaves for the world.
c.2017                
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