You think I’m strong, but I’m fragile
Looking for your strength to protect me
Waiting for your love to fulfill me
Trying to avoid stories too facile
And always in quest
You think I’m uncaring, but I’m sensitive
Hiding myself while crying so easily
Smiling at your face desperately
Making you believe I’m always festive
And always in quest
You think I’m an extrovert, but I have my secret
Would love to share some intimacy
Waiting you asking to know me closely
And to share time in private
But you see, I’m still in quest
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