You know I scare myself sometimes
So I hold back when you slip your hand in mine
Because what if the vampire within
Were to slip out at him
And he is so gentle soft
All ardently and held aloft
And I would do to damaged skin
Another wound if I hurt him
So I hesitate the fold
To see if he has got the gold
And when he will react, react
Then I forget I’m stepping back
And run for cover and the trees
Why all these stinging bees
When I only sought to love
My safe haven turtle dove

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