Almost Lover.
I, who wore my heart on my sleeve for you,
Long to be held in your captivity.
Never could I understand what to do
You think i need to learn maturity.
Take my freedom; Embrace it in your arms
For I've surrendered to your fighting haunt.
Your smile, your voice, incomparable charms.
I can't have you; but you're all I want.
I've set to sail my once thought hopeful dream.
On to the four winds I utter your name.
Hoping this will become more than it seems.
It cannot be, For it's destiny's blame.
Aphrodite, I can't call upon her.
Forever will be my almost lover.
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