Sting

I can’t explain what,

Though it makes me happy,

And sometimes not,

But whatever it is I am feeling,

The smiles I hide when I think about you,

The thrill I feel when I see you,

The flush I get while talking to you,

The zoo you give when I’m with you,

My fondness towards you,

Whether it is good or bad,

One thing’s for sure,

It makes me ecstatic,

But it’s really painful.

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