These eyes, this soul, while foolish, are not blind.
Pretending not to see buys precious time.
What seems like unawareness is designed;
To keep from losing friendship so sublime.
This mind, this wreck, though mangled, is not dead.
Ignoring subtle hints, it rests in peace.
Don’t think your thoughts are safe within your head.
Through word and deed they find their sweet release.
That song, the mournful tune of love unknown;
Resounds in two hearts wrapped in lonely woe.
The shoulder wants the crier for its own.
They dance, but neither knows which way to go.
Those things you feel for me, I feel for him.
And passions change with time, not on a whim.