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If you let me, I'll try to understand your ways.
I'll try to focus my attention on your routines.
In this way, perhaps I can make passion
arise like a fire within our wounded hearts.
Above all else, I will promise to be sincere
in this promise I'm making for a new start.

I wear my happy face kept inside a jar,
the one I will not let out for everyday use.
I shine its smiles towards your laughter,
hoping that this will avoid plastic emotion.
Would you hide away your hurt and pain?
Or would you display its every contortion?

I am ready to surrender every heartbeat,
if it means you will understand my mind.
There are waves of such diverse passion
floating endlessly through my situation.
Silent, dangerous fish swimming nearby
who are afraid of our possible flirtation.

How am I to understand your rejection,
if that is what you are signalling to me?
I have promised and opened my eyes
to the dreams we speak of being.
You must try and understand the pain
that has so long been my way of seeing.

Let us resolve to begin once again,
to start fresh in the embers of rejection.
There are so many levels we can be,
so many preparations to make together.
I believe we fly to the roaming stars,
like wolves in the air without feathers.

My love is deeply held inside my thoughts.
In this place you can join me if you will.
Maybe the trees will again start to sway,
melting in the path of our stress on hope.
Even though I feel your state of absolution,
I believe we can climb any faded rope.

Either you or I have become insanely mad
with the position of our lingering passion.
Whatever the scene you wish to pretend,
I can be with you, love you, guard you.
Let me in, I will do the same for your heart.
Arise, feelings of love. Arrive what is true!