You are as sweet as honey on a grizzly bear's whiskers
And as precious as a drop of water in a drought-stricken land
You are the roadmap which guides my restless spirit
You are as innocent and pure as a saint, clas in white
But yet, I turn away fro you
your fingers, inquisitive yet caring, probe my soul and I withdraw, like the petals of a daisy closing as dusk falls
All you want to do is love me, yet I turn away from you
I don't know what it is which dampens my zeal like a torrent of rain over adry and heat-ridden desert
But I do know one thing, I want to love you, not turn away from you
And furthermore, I want you to love me and your innermost soul to be mine
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