The thread of our gazes, a secret tie,
When stolen glances met, our hearts did fly.
My heart's kite severed, fallen from the sky,
The thread of our gazes, a secret tie.
Lost is my heart, quietly it's gone,
Yes, lost is my heart, where it does belong.
Intended one fate, but a new one's born,
Oh, what has happened, a new dawn?
And when the moon with the night's fireflies meet,
When stolen glances meet, our hearts retreat.
My heart's kite severed, from the heavens sweet,
The thread of our gazes, a secret meet.
A sickness took hold, unknown to me,
Yes, a sickness took hold, wild and free.
Whose heart am I? Whose life must I be?
Whose, oh whose life, sets my spirit free?
Your arms, my arms, in tender decree,
When stolen glances meet, our hearts agree.
My heart's kite severed, meant not to be,
The thread of our gazes, eternally.
I saw it unfold, slowly, tenderly,
I drowned within love, for you and for me.
The thorns of love, oh, pierced so suddenly,
They pierced so quickly, for all to see.
And I, with defiance, did then agree,
When stolen glances meet, our hearts decree.
My heart's kite severed, eternally,
The thread of our gazes, wild and free.
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