A Young Lover's Lament
That look in your eyes
Told me of your passion for me.
I was pleased and played
With what I thought I held in your heart.
I suspected that what I saw was an illusion
I didn’t pay heed to such caution.
I played on to extract that passion I believe
You were just holding back.
I played with passion and rage, but you never let loose
That which I thought was there to let loose
Now that I have pushed my game too far
I look into your eyes hoping that you would bring me back.
And there I behold the same look
That told me you were passionate for me.
Only now they tell me a different story.
They tell me that you are simply happy for me.