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There is an expression I know
Dumbfounded by truth
I remember that night
In your fountainless youth
The present you gave
Rendered silent of mouth
I saw all of you then
I had figured you out
I remained stupefied
By your action confounded
I knew not what to say
Your gift my speech bounded
As we sat by a candle
And you took both my hands
I knew not what to do
Could not make my demands
There was conflict and longing
And argument placed
There was tension and
Questions my heart could not face
There were moments I cherished
And laughter between
But the truth that dumbfounded
Nowhere to be seen