The heart knows what it wants
And it wants you.
My mind knows what you deserves
And it's not me.
A heart tangled in confusion,
In mess and at lost
Is hardly a heart you deserve.
A heart so pure and eager are yours
And dear - mine just can't hardly compete.
The pang of my rejection might have come with sting
But it's masked with great respect and adoration for you.
After this turmoil, just maybe
In a massive enclosed space of gathering
I could see you again in your best sabbath attire
And I'll be content as I adore you from afar.
