Tell me was I wrong, to have loved a soul
Like yours,
If your eyes should be the windows, then
Your heart must be the door.
Dare I cross the threshold, and welcome in
The light,
Or is this a fools hope, where only darkness
Is in sight.
Do you return the love, or has your blood
Turned cold?
I hold the best of cards, but still I turn to
Fold.
I cannot win your heart, if it has not been
Put on display,
But soon you will be mine, I promise this
One day.
