Secret Love
Love is evil, Love is kind
Still Imagining your hand in mine
Entagled together like a thorn and vine
The piercing is loves burden, yet I don't mind
Oh how this little light of mine
I refuse to let shine
Because of exposure to the world it is sure to die
and I'll be left to harbor the carnage of feelings left inside
Mind unable to undwind
Watching life fade with the time
Picturing the love we had, oh so divine
As I look to the stars for some heavenly sign.
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