By and by,the spark I've kept
Partly kindled sparingly dying
What if I can't tell her how I feel?
That someone should snatch her
Someone should eat with his two hands
That which I never tasted and tested
What if I'm a fool?
Letting the one I love leave
Because of my past experience with the former
The former told me, "I want another!!"
That I'm only an admirer, a secret lover
What if I still brood on the rejection of the former?
That leaves me indecisive of the latter.
Perhaps I'm still mistaking love for the other,Admiration.
What if?
