I found myself staying up, awake at mid-night thinking about a lovely dark maiden.
My heart seeks her, my head tells me otherwise.
Words unsaid to others were shared with her, as an offering upon her bosom.
For I hold back more than I let out.
But with her, trust and judgement ain’t an issue.
My head tells me I may be treading on hot coals, just reminiscing times spent together with her.
My heart… O my heart tells me to shut the world outside and run to utopia with her.
I do not want to be the betrayer of the brethren.
And I do not want to let go off the yearning of my heart, beating trice as fast.