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