What words are there left for me
To tell you how I feel
When you have selected all the nicest ones
And converted them by pure magic
Into a stream of love and affection
That flows majestically
Down my being.
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What can I say then?
What can I do?
What can I undertake?
To state my unsophisticated feelings
And express my austere infatuation
And down to earth passion to you
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Maybe play a strain of plaintive music
On stringed instruments and Andes flutes,
Maybe attempt the exhilaration of the mind
Through a good Sufi trance
Or else a philistine body workout,
Maybe attempt a controversial debate,
Or a confronting conversation
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They say love is a wonderful thing
And when there is no love in your heart
Your life looses purpose and colour
But how would I know?
If my knowledge of love was stifled at an early age
And in its place they planted authority and fear
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How would I appreciate it?
When I have never experienced it all
Should I imagine the feeling?
Or experience this damn thing vicariously
As in watching love stories
On the silver screen?
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You are asking too much of me
Please spare my being
Is not love the luxury of the well-to-do
And talk only for us the poor?
Kindly spare my soul
I cannot take it anymore
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I thought deeply what to say back to you
A flowing string of words and expressions came to mind
But all of them are useless in expressing love:
Thank you for your nice thought
I am grateful to you for your feelings towards me
But forgive me my sweet friend
I am only an apprentice in love
I will go back to my rustic origins
Till further notice my friend