There I was, staring out of my window.
And beneath the veils of the dark night cloud,
The moon glowed amidst the pitch dusk shadow.
With tender voice, she called my soul aloud.

And asked, why hast thou keepeth this secret?
Do you wish to let thy heart to suffer?
Letting thy love be hidden beneath friendship's deceit,
Which then do you so prefer.

Then, I looked her in the eye tenderly,
With words filled with so much hurt, guilt and pain,
I said, shall I break again so desperately?
That heart which suffers yearns to suffer again.

For I fear that alas I'll be alone,
A sin that I have no strength to atone.
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