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- Aug 16, 2015
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My heart beat is tachycardic as I know that I am torn
For my gratuitous trepidation and presentience
will not subside as with my eternal sense of lorn
It is exactly for this that I myself was born
But please do not regard taciturnity as a vise
For I will be ponderous for many days and nights
And for this I may warn
Please do not resort to scorn
As i doubt the incessancy of infatuation
As all true romantics do
Keats, Byron and Shelley are tried and true
With a flip of a coin our vows are sewn
Am I a mere stepping stone
With the impetuosity of adolescence
Soon comes the reality of convalescence
But every bullet has its billet the wise man says
So I am not sure if this feeling of passion is true
but I just hope that you feel it too
And if we can make it last
And avoid the dreaded half-mast
We can circumvent these feelings of blue
And live our lives together as two
For my gratuitous trepidation and presentience
will not subside as with my eternal sense of lorn
It is exactly for this that I myself was born
But please do not regard taciturnity as a vise
For I will be ponderous for many days and nights
And for this I may warn
Please do not resort to scorn
As i doubt the incessancy of infatuation
As all true romantics do
Keats, Byron and Shelley are tried and true
With a flip of a coin our vows are sewn
Am I a mere stepping stone
With the impetuosity of adolescence
Soon comes the reality of convalescence
But every bullet has its billet the wise man says
So I am not sure if this feeling of passion is true
but I just hope that you feel it too
And if we can make it last
And avoid the dreaded half-mast
We can circumvent these feelings of blue
And live our lives together as two
