Shall I speak of the consequence
One, that your attention causes?

Words you utter keep me stunned,
My heart stops up at your gazes.

I am known to have just one gift;
To feel things with intense passion

Yet it happens to consume me;
A divine fire, I cannot abandon.

In sleepless nights I sing to you
A song, however, incomplete.

On bright days I write you letters;
Ardent proses, yet bittersweet.

I am indeed burned with desire;
The consequence you must construe

If this is the damage of attention
Imagine, what your love will do.

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