The stars keep my secrets late at night
When I tell them silently of my plight.
Find myself speechless even as I write,
Can’t express my feelings, not quite.
Words fail me, I must look a fright
Contemplating past midnight
Whether I will let my feelings take flight
Or whether I will hold tight
Never to invite
This carnal appetite.
No, I will not know that delight.
My own silence I will spite
While I lay here waiting for the light
Alone fortnight after fortnight.
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