I love you and I
I love you and I never want to hurt you,
But sometimes I do things to hurt myself.
I'm eighteen now, and this need not involve you;
I turn to you for love and not for help.
What I ask of you is just your blessing.
But I hope that on my future God has smiled.
And so, although I'm scared, that's what I feel.
And yet my love for it is deep and real.
My stupidity of course I'm not proud of,
But please now turn to me in joy and love.
But sometimes I do things to hurt myself.
I'm eighteen now, and this need not involve you;
I turn to you for love and not for help.
What I ask of you is just your blessing.
But I hope that on my future God has smiled.
And so, although I'm scared, that's what I feel.
And yet my love for it is deep and real.
My stupidity of course I'm not proud of,
But please now turn to me in joy and love.
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