This poor man is a mendicant
Begging for love, begging you
With a heart filled with nothing but love
Care is what I do not show
To anyone but you
Fear is what I do not have
Of anything but losing you
Think, is what I cannot do
Of anyone but just you
The bees, the caterpillars, and ants
The tiniest of things understand it
Hope you would one day get
What I am going through
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