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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