Your eyes tear at my soul unknowingly.
How many times must I say anything
Before you willingly believe it?
My broken heart is devastated by
Your exceeding lack of trust.
An endless vow of love not enough,
My soul given at midnight too petty a price.
I must question what it is you keep
Within the clandestine folds of your heart,
Yet to ask, according to you, is
Beyond every bound of propriety.
What have I done to lose such a precious trust?
Never have I lied, cheated or stole.
I ardently crave for you to release the locks
Which you have placed upon your soul.
My love, tell me.
Tell me that which you cannot trust me with.
Pour onto me every dream.
What have I done to lose such a precious bond?

Love, trust, secrets

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