A few minutes past eleven and a glass of wine
My feelings for you often feel like some sort of crime
Scared of being too "in your face" and of you falling.
Jealousy's not been an issue, but I'd be crying.
Craving you for so long and our deepest conversations
Wish I could explain to you all my hints and my obsessions.
If I could ask for a sign, it might lead to some confessions.
If only I could let you know, we'd have many talking sessions.
A few minutes past eleven and a glass of wine
Think you would expect the evening, but it is daytime.
Caught all my attention and my soul jumps at your texts
Thought I could leave this behind, curious at what comes next.
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