I look upon you,
Hands trembling, heart thumping,
Humble, singled out for a cruel life.
Not once could I raise my voice,
Not once could I do what I liked;
I flowed as a wreck in a reckless sea,
I bended as the willows of the thickest of woods.
A man I was, hell! No more I am so,
I am the shameless lover
Who in loving you lost his manhood.
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