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Worried that we may converse again,
After prayer, I sob myself to sleep;
Examining you to find more than a friend,
Bleak from my errors, afraid of one to keep.

You told me to not hurry...

Constantly I reminisce of your ways,
I can bear to not see you for so long;
Subjected to the games a female plays,
I doubt that I withstand to be so strong.

You told me to not worry...

The comfort of your kiss
Does ease my mind;
The tingle from your touch,
Does cease pain behind.

Under a spell of your eyes by stare
You enchant me your fine beauty;
You speak exactly words all too fair,
I wonder if what you are of you truly.

You said to not rush...

I long to be around you so bad,
Still you seem to be too good;
Resisting urges when you're unclad,
Because I want to do as I should.

You said to just hush...

The comfort of your kiss
Does ease my mind;
The tingle from your touch,
Does cease pain behind.