My dearest dear, will you wait?
Our lives have just that single fate.
Even though we will never date.
Never caress and never mate.
The whole concept of us is innate.
My heart lies shattered on a plate.
Attraction of such craving weight.
Run to each other, aimed and straight.
Remembering that it’s not too late.
So tell me, tell me, will you wait?
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(c) Lou