I have no flowers I have no clue
I don't have roses red or corn flower blue
All I have are words, words true
All I am, I write for you
Unsettling is my heart in expressing my love
For I know not if yours observe
Will mine be denied, accepted or hurt?
I know not for I'm not a prophet
But what I am I write for you
And I am a man with feelings true
I don't have roses red or corn flower blue
Up til now I still have no clue
Not distance, not time, not space
Not even the greatest can erase
my heart's desire for you and its pace
beating as if it knew this was a race
Swiftly, quickly, in Godspeed I write
Write to you before I begin to deny
Deny these words that are set to unfold
and leave my feelings denied and untold
Now it is time for me to conclude
In the end I still have no clue
Still no roses red nor corn flower blue
But here, this poem, I write for you
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