Confess

Confess

Confess, it’s good for the soul

That was his ultimate goal

She wasn’t making it easy

Somehow it made him feel sleazy

Even though a misunderstanding

Started this and had him crash-landing

All he needed was a time and a place

Somewhere safe like a marketplace

In which to confess his undying love

Once and for all, his declarations of

The feelings overwhelmingly clear

It was now necessary to persevere

No friendly intervention required

The two of them talking, all he desired

Clear the path, make his feelings known

Ensuring her she was his and his alone

No other existed, make it abundantly plain

Breaking out a bottle of champaigne

To celebrate from this day forth

Everything she meant, all of her worth

Wrapped up in this moment in time

Impelling them onward, a lifetime

 

 

 

 

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