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Maybe by Dominick Pistocchi   

       Maybe yes, maybe not.
       I toss and turn,traveling in   a
       realm not quite sure to call
       awake or asleep.
       What effort to hold myself back
       and not hurry through these streets
       at three am to bang on your door.
       To beg, implore. Oh, but there is
       no mercy for lover's hearts,which
       bleed so freely,till one smile,
       one word,transports us to raptures
       rarely known, rarely glimpsed.
       So I toss about,
       mayve yes, maybe not.