Inside my mind exist paper tigers
Flourished in thought, but lapse upon action
In love, are trapped, those roars that yearn to stir
Familiar sentimental options
In time I'll find the key to free these beasts.
To fight the doubt that creeps into my soul
Have naught I, but you, to think of, my sweet
Til words will bless me I shall pay my toll.
Unjust, these days that pass without a touch
Of light and thus my darkness hides your sun
In April, May I dream a bit too much
'Til then' begins so that meanwhile is done
Should tigers trapped in ink transform to live
Escape like breathe to prove I've more to give
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