Sit softly cloaked in silence,

His love should be my guide.

This self-affected introvert,

Must no longer hide.

Throw out their olive branch now,
Polite stiffness and some fear.

Emergence, halted, slowly,

Let out an open tear.

Speak as to a stone now,

To keep a conscience clear,

Not quite a real person,

Still your voice has cheer.

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