You must forget the games of the heart,
Walk the paths where love does start.
You must forget the games of the heart,
Walk the paths where love does start.
You will not laugh at my heart's plight,
Once you've loved with all your might.
You must forget the games of the heart,
Walk the paths where love does start.
Laughter shrinks, cannot come near,
For the heart's a serious sphere.
You must forget the games of the heart,
Walk the paths where love does start.
Wounds on wounds, drink your own blood,
Seal your lips, let no cry be bud.
You must forget the games of the heart,
Walk the paths where love does start.
Once you love, then you will see,
Love is not a playful decree.
Love's not a game, it is not light,
Consider it not a playful fight.
It will make you weep, this love's sting,
Do not play with the heart's offering.
This love, it is not easy, understand,
A river of fire, you must cross its strand.
You must forget the games of the heart,
Walk the paths where love does start.
You will not laugh at my heart's plight,
Once you've loved with all your might.
We seek no vows of loyalty,
But try, and see, if you agree.
You've made the world your own, it seems,
Now make us yours, in loving dreams.
For God's sake, drop this veil you wear,
Lift the shroud, your face lay bare.
The call to prayer has long since ceased,
For God's sake, grant us sweet release.
I cannot grasp your gaze's intent,
Veil and fire, this torment sent.
For God's sake, drop this veil you keep,
My heart this turmoil cannot sleep.
For God's sake, drop this veil you hide,
Today, no stranger stands beside.
The night of union, veiled from sight,
Lift your veil, and give us light.
You've inflicted many cruel blows,
Grant a glance, where kindness grows.
You always scowl, in cold disdain,
Try smiling once, to ease the pain.
If love makes every suffering sweet,
It's because of vows, our hearts meet.
You torment me both day and night,
Try tormenting another's plight.
If she's upset, for reasons known,
Best to follow your path, alone.
Whether she agrees, is her own choice,
Yet, try to make her heart rejoice.
You must forget the games of the heart,
Walk the paths where love does start.
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