#YearningEchoes

I am mute.
Maybe dumb and duffer too.
Maybe a little ugly, but surely cute.

Unable to speak those three magic words.
A black, confused sheep, roaming in the herd.

Somewhere in your heart,
I fear my voice is buried and sealed.
My emotions are yet to be revealed.

They are not mature, still tender and child.
They expect warmth and care, not adapted to the wild.

I lost my heart talking to you in my mind.
I laugh at myself; I am only one of my kind.

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