My heart is open like the vast wide sea
Looking for someone to share this fine eve
I’ve found the woman who has the right weave
And whose memory will not let me be
She pretends that this love she cannot see
And hopes, if ignored, it will simply leave
With such fair skin, is it hard to believe
That I’d fall for the girl who speaks with me?
I’ve expressed it to you with my own word
Yet you still could not accept the cold truth
Through silence and solitude I’ve endured
The itch that’s supposed to ignore the youth
You didn’t believe, so I showed you my art
If only if only, I could show you my heart
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