I feel a difference in the depths of my soul.
I sense confusion in the middle of my mind.
West of the stark truth lies a true sentiment: loving affection.
I felt a mystery unto myself in the depths of this loving affection. Who's gonna love this mysterious heart?
I don't choose to ignore my own confusions.
Will you accept and cherish my heart as your own? Am I allowed to be held and cuddled?
May I share my warmth with you? Will you accept the mystery that is me?