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Nervous Love
What is this thing that holds me back?
The feeling of an unknown fact...
A shadow cast on you from doubt.
A thing I don't know much about.
It's hard to see you from the shroud
My head is stuck up in the clouds
Perhaps I'm blind to what I see...
My love given so liberally.
So liberally and yet not so
This distant love so hard to grow
It's true my dear, you are my muse
But do not overlook my views
Don't cover up and hide away
The things you feel and ought to say
The things you think political
Such opposition critical
Being friends is very nice
But can we really share a life?
I wish we could, I wish we were
But thinking now... I'm not so sure.
