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You don’t know me very well.

We don’t really know each other.

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There isn’t any music, no words that I could write

That will give you what you want:

What you want from me

Cannot be expressed through a poem,

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There isn’t a piece of music in existence

That can satisfy what it is you’re looking for.

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The songs, the verses, the words,

They’re just grazing against it; 

They’re barely even touching it;

They’re just brushing against a feeling.

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What you want, the things you really want,

Take a very long time to uncover - 

It takes a lifetime, actually, and it’s part of the human condition

To have to go chasing after them, blind.

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Nobody can do that for you; it doesn’t matter how skilled,

How insightful, or how intuitive any one person might be;

What we pursue in life, our experiences and the meanings

That they inform …

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We ultimately pursue alone.

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However, though I can’t promise them to you

On your own behalf - though I can’t conquer  

In your name, discover at your behest

Or share through my eyes

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Anymore than you can share through yours …

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I can promise to be there while you do.

I can promise to look out for you - 

To care about you,

For it to matter to me as it happens.

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I can promise that. And I can promise not to betray it.

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But they’re not things you’re supposed to give away lightly

And nowadays, people promise them at their own risk.

Whether or not I would, is a question I shouldn’t have to answer - 

It takes a minute, to be convinced that you love someone:  

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Sparks don’t magically just become fires.

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It takes time; you have to trial; it builds momentum.

You want me to love you, but even love needs its reasons:

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It takes time to learn another person, to grow with them,

To develop a kind of symbiosis,

Synchronicity,

And then it takes more time

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After that

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To realize that over the course of it

You’d somehow developed a connection

That would absolutely destroy you

Were it to've been bent, or to be broken.

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That’s how it works.

It hurts. You wager.

You take inconceivable risk.

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But it is the most beautiful, and meaningful thing I’ve ever encountered:

To care about another person enough

To wager your own heart

Against the very likelihood of its breaking.

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Everything else I’ve ever seen

Pales, against that - 

Everything else is small by comparison.

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