Back to square one, where we again say our byes
And “I love you”. But always knowing there is a possibility that
Our byes are just foreshadowing of the hellos to come
And the “I love you” to confess.
For we have too often been caught in this temptress snare
Where we both fooled ourselves into thinking that there is a future here
Behind this forbidden pair is only love in secret and not in joy.
I say my farewell as though I only fair thee well,
But never ill of you my darling.
For too often I question the sincerity in your eyes,
I feel the doubt in you confessions.
For where there is doubt, there is no love
Love and doubt never coexist.
You say with such ease that you love me,
But why is your love ever a great mystery?
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