I am more careful now, dear boy
A little more careful than before
To do things with such intent
My words, my notions, my time spent
I deliberate long on words now, dear boy
Deliberating more than before
Back and forth to make sure
I wasn't too obvious nor too demure
I am not so free now, dear boy
Not as free when I didn't feel, like before
Maybe it's best you haven't a clue
Yet hoping that you'd respond to me, too
You've got me stuttering now, dear boy
Silly things, sweet nothings, stranger still than before
My heart may ache but none compared
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