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I though of you again today, as I sat here all alone.  I thought of all the things I've told you and all the things you'll never know.  I thought of how I told you that friends was all we could be, but that was to hide things buried in my heart to deep for you to see.  For beyond the scare marked fields, surrounded by towering walls of steel, ther's a ray of hope that longs for love's touch still.  Even after all the pitfalls and all the times it's been led astray, to all the times it's been freely give, to only have it all get thrown away.  My heart skipped a beat, I must admit, when your intentions you made clear, but I kow not whether it was from anticipation, joy,or fear.  For my heart still remains surrounded by defenses to keep all others out, but if you listen closely you'll hear it whisper,  only whisper, for you'll never hear it shout.  For it is afraid of rejection and it fears the pain of loss and yet some how, it fears acceptence, because of what that it may cost.  How I wish I could return to when my heart was new, like the first rays of a summer's morning or the grass kissed by the mornings dew.  How I wish to be free from any stains, like the freshly driven snow. For then freely I would give my love and let it soar on eagles' wings; free from all restraints that to my poor heart cling.  Then I would gladly take your hand in mine and go to where ever the wind blows, to solve life's mysteries, and see all the wonders to behold.  But sadly, these things will never come to be, for my feelings are witten down on a letter you'll never read.