Oh, how feels feel—
I could melt to touch.
Cold turkey for a feeling unfamiliar,
A radical switch from straight edge to fiend.
I hope you look both ways
When you cross my mind.
Oh, how feels fill the room—
I could melt to touch.
Finally acquainted…
If these walls could talk,
Familiar and intertwined—
I hope you never vacate your residence.
I offer you title deeds:
Real estate in my heart and mind.
Attached is a vocation—
Oh, to be elated by more than just the thought
Of you being mine.
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