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Another poem written years ago when I was 15 or 16 yrs old.

I hear the music of your soul
And feel the melancholy of your heart
Can I help in anyway?
Please tell me which exit I must take
To find the road to your heart
I hope you do not think I am obsessed
For love is not an obsession
Nor a possession to be obtained
It must be given willingly
Please.
Let me help.