It all began with sleepless nights
Those mem'ries with sheer delight
All my thoughts keep taunting me
This mere feeling of uncertainty
I am deeply troubled by this tyranny
Whether I should love him who loves not me
And so I sought advise with some lover's ghost
For me to know who I love the most
Unspeakable intentions would turn into a disguise
With just a glimpse unto his eyes
All this things I cannot hide
For him to know what's me inside
All my shame I must endure
As though I feel I'm not so sure
I don't care what people may say
I truly love him, "O, come what may!"
