Yet stand out, like a conspicuous spy,
Let love into your heart once again—
Tatazumai...
Beside love that burgeoned,
And embers from flames that slowly died,
It'd be an honor to stand,
Overt yet concealed...as though hidden—
Tatazumai...
I won't be of bother,
If in your heart I'm blessed to reside,
From me you'll hear neither peep nor murmur,
In spite of the joy I feel inside—
Like a child that knows the answer,
But won't allow for his hand to arise,
To avoid looking superior in his classmates' eyes—
So, too, am I willing to oblige—
Tatazumai...
Yes, I can fit like I belong,
With that you've allowed to pass by,
Amassing into a cacophonous throng,
That, out of discord, belies its actual harmony;
Allow me to add a new voice to your heart's song,
Without detracting from what was and will forever be,
Just like an old psalm...
Tatazumai...
- Kevin B. Waring
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