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A smile that warms the coldest of days.

A voice that can settle my hearts disarray.

When she looks me in the eyes, my knees get weak.

I look forward to her just to hear her speak.

I yearn for her touch like a deer yearns for water.

I'll still be enthralled, even many years later.

But there's just one problem, one thing I've not mentioned.

She has no clue of my worthy intention.

What can I say to her? I lose my voice when she's near?

But not telling her is my greatest fear.