From flushed cheeks do their eyes meet
From nervous glances do they greet
And from cold love does he pass by.
Secret warm words exchanged
She is bold; she hath no shame.
Heart on sleeve, she bleeds love.
Does he bleed too?
Why then, if so,
does he only bleed in secrecy?
Her heart open, flows affection
His heart stitched to outside
Reopened in private counsel
to her.
From her presence the shell encloses
Once so bold
Now callous before her.
Face to face, no words ensue.
Silent passion
Trapped underneath self torment
His silence speaks volumes to her.
So close they are,
But worlds apart they stay.
Yet though her heart is so open
His words turn cold before they reach her
She can not feel his "warmth."
Does she bleed in vain?
He approaches; her words are frozen
From sheepish glances do they greet
And from cold love does she pass by.
From nervous glances do they greet
And from cold love does he pass by.
Secret warm words exchanged
She is bold; she hath no shame.
Heart on sleeve, she bleeds love.
Does he bleed too?
Why then, if so,
does he only bleed in secrecy?
Her heart open, flows affection
His heart stitched to outside
Reopened in private counsel
to her.
From her presence the shell encloses
Once so bold
Now callous before her.
Face to face, no words ensue.
Silent passion
Trapped underneath self torment
His silence speaks volumes to her.
So close they are,
But worlds apart they stay.
Yet though her heart is so open
His words turn cold before they reach her
She can not feel his "warmth."
Does she bleed in vain?
He approaches; her words are frozen
From sheepish glances do they greet
And from cold love does she pass by.
