You were fully aware of my feelings.

I had no reason to doubt you.

I don’t want to reveal too much to you.

Concealed within the letters of these lines,

(Fate, I suppose, has touched my humble pen,

For mere coincidence, that intertwines

And interacts with words of common men,

Will simply not suffice, to thoughtful minds,

You had the real deal with me.

It has been a long time since I last felt your love.

You kept your true intentions concealed.

You work so hard at keeping everything concealed.

I don’t know how to feel.

Your heart will never bleed.