I have collections, my dear...
Being made, specially for you,
accumulated over the time,
from the dreams, I pursued.
In the phases, of my life,
I brought, following a drive,
with enthusiasm, and delights,
waiting for a chance to invite.
I have collections, my dear...
Hidden from the peering eyes,
containing wishes of my hearts,
to share interests, things I love.
Some forgotten, faded from memories,
others too close, becoming part of me,
seeking an understanding and support,
from the one, I truly feel connected.
I have collections, my dear...
Made sacrifices, hold them near,
still, I am concerned, and I fear,
facing rejections, falling in despair...
When my efforts, were ignored,
I might suffer, from disappointments,
losing the very spark, that excites,
when I gathered, for future time.
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