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I dream and fall,
As gale as I put you on a pedestal.
A snowflake and raindrop,
Or crystal at midnight's nap,
Indeed, I dive into your cup.
Proudly pouring my all,
As rains and windfalls away from skeptical.
Sending letters in sublime words
Like the winds and the birds,
Handing you feels and Transvaal daisy,
Or butterflies in your tummy.
Carving you not into cynical,
I never ask for a phone call,
Never in the end to turn the table.
Perhaps, you're overthinking,
Believe me, this isn't love bombing.
I'm all about gives and gifts,
I can't stand and breathe,
Without passing you the morning breeze -
The greetings and the feelings,
Ringtones and replies in sanguines,
As rapid as the blow,
Turning this into a hallow.
On the other side;
These fireworks I can't hide,
Until the stars and the pillow;
Shower the words I need to know,
Our I love you's are just fine,
Even though you're not mine.
I settled for less as I thought through,
That I'd rather be love-bombed by you,
Rather than to be a friend in blue.
And I wanted you to see,
That I'm all about you so pardon me.
