Perhaps, Possibly, Maybe?

There is a chance I think, perhaps, possibly, maybe....

She might just feel the way I feel, perhaps, possibly, maybe....

And if not, there is the chance in the future right, perhaps, possibly, maybe.....

Is she the one for me, my soul's partner, perhaps, possibly, maybe......

I feel it is time she was informed of my obsession with her, with my

unending,

undying,

unrelenting,

uncountable,

feelings for her, do you agree, perhaps, possibly, maybe.......

Or will i cower from her grace like a slice of bread in the presence of a toaster, perhaps, possibly, maybe........

Perhaps I should not tell her.

Possibly she feels the same way I do.

Maybe it is time i spill my feelings on the floor for her to see, as I am split in two pieces, one of desire and one of love.

Perhaps, Possibly, Maybe..........

I should say nothing,

and maybe, she might possibly, appraoch me and perhaps spill her love on the floor for me to bask in..........

Perhaps, Possibly, Maybe.

The End

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