You know that you intoxicate me, right?
You ought to know, I've made it pretty clear.
If not, then I'm admitting it right here:
I feel a need for you to know tonight
And don't see any way that isn't trite
To tell you. So I've said it. Now I fear
That saying it, somehow, is going to queer
Our old relationship, and, well, it might.
But I have to imagine it's worth that
To tell you what I've been afraid to say
And have some hope of hearing you respond,
Even if you tell me you aren't fond
Of me in that same way, for this has sat
In me too long - it must come out today.
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