I speak of you and what's inside,
But these swords lie in secrecy.
I express what's not inside ta others
Leaving these feelings ta only be known by me.
I write and dream of you
In lines and rhymes of such.
But never shall they read of them
For I fear they already know too much.
There is no use in working
Towards a cause of which is no hope,
For I already can see the outcome:
Destruction of which neither could cope.
Of this is the reason I conclude
These feelings should never become known.
'Cause I wish not ta cause a disaster
That would hit you so close ta home.
