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Thou art a flame that burns within my breast,

the singular desire within my heart.

Believe my wish, most solemnly profess’d,

that we should ne’er again be made apart.

Yet we are twain; it seems thou’rt worlds away –

I cannot reach thee with my outstretch’d hand

to soothe thy aching soul if thou shouldst say

thy heart had other circumstances plann’d.

Pray speak of why our love such torment holds,

and prithee say why this must folly be!

No, tell me not; I fear what might unfold

if our two fondest hopes should not agree.

I cannot hold my passion long at bay

for I do want love fashion’d strong that way.

Backstreet Boys, ‘I Want It That Way’