The Infinite Curse of a Lonely heart does not die.
It is immortal.
It's only better down to a secret place,
Where it hides, curled and wounded.
Different from mutual love, as delusion from truth.
WHAT could have made her so peaceful with mind.
That nobleness made simple as fire, with beauty which heaven to gaudy day denies; a kind.
That's not natural in an age like this
Being high and solitary and most stern.
Why; what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another troy for her burn?
I was thankful to be allowed to love her and was enraptured when now and then.
I thought she were pleased with me.
Or I noticed in her eyes a gleam of good-humored affection.
I tried not to bore her with my love.
Then I thought of all others who tried to tie her to the ground and failed.
So I hid my emotions, the vibes, the songs
Knowing too much truth ruins a thing
And if that meant she wasn't entirely Mine, what of it?
I would be the one she could always return to,
Without fear of recriminations or query.
So I didn't try to win her and contended myself with a beautiful game.
But there was always a part of me that hope for more,
so there was a part of me that was always a fool.
I thought of writing something sweet for you
Then I asked my heart
He said 'say I love you to the moon and back
Then I asked my brain.
He said 'write the truest thing you feel for her'
And now I say
You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.
'I love you more than words could make me express.'
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