If you can not tolerate
Please keep it
Between you and me
Very secret
I need to tell you
In your ears
Though it is loud in my heart
But to pronounce in words
My lips quiver
They are very sacred
So I need them to say in whisper
If you can not listen
Read them instead
Clearly written in my eyes
Accept it
Or reject it
But never reveal it to anybody
And kill its thrill
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