How many times must my heart be broken

And how many words will be spoken

Like daggers through the heart

Refined to an art

I see you I love you

But do you love me too

Why not love each other

Instead of with another

I desire your kiss

For it would be bliss

To feel your lips

And have your hands on my hips

Oh how that would be heaven

But no you had to choose

Not knowing what you would lose

You tell me not to go but to stay

While you go and see your pot of clay

I find you and confirm my fears

Then run home in tears

Down the well

I did not see how his smile fell