It won't do
To dream of caramel,
To think of cinnamon
And long for you.

It won't do
To stir a deep desire,
To fan a hidden fire
That can never burn true.

I know your name,
I know your skin,
I know the way
These things begin;

But I don't know
How I would live with myself,
What I'd forgive of myself
If you don't g

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