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Olive Gold (Part One)

Your golden hair shines like the sun
above your eyes of olive gold.
They spoke in words I'd longed to hear,
but, seldom had been told.

Passion seeks a virgin's heart
where fear is common place.
Yet all my fears dissipate,
when e'er I see your face.

I am promised to another,
but my heart cannot beat true.
`Cause from the first time that our eyes met,
my heart belonged to you.

Though our eyes had met but briefly,
our lips sought out the others'.
You were the one my heart cried out to,
there could never be another.

You smile at me when our eyes meet.
and I smile, though not sure why.
Could it be the warm, soft feeling
that comes from your olive gold eyes?

What can I say to my first love
Who kept his young heart true?
Do I break a heart for happiness,
by confessing how I love you?

Shall I write it in a letter
as subtly as I can?
But how can I subtly tell him
that I love another man?

And the next time that he holds me
will I imagine I'm with you?
While whispering fallacies in his ear
sweet, deceptive "I love you's."

I cannot take this torment,
My heart feels torn in two.
How can I go on holding him
when I'm in love with you?

Where are all the answers
to the questions on my lips?
How dare my lips feignly kiss him
as they hunger for your kiss?

I can't go on pretending.
Nor seeking alibis.
Confessing how I adore him
while knowing it's a lie.

So like, a scarlet letter
you're emblazoned on my heart.
How I long to be free for you
without tearing him apart.

Oh, Eve! Your sin of sins has come
to haunt me all the time.
Devilishly using my silvery tongue
to conceal what's on my wicked mind.

I forever cream about you.
Even when I'm awake.
I can resist my heart no longer.
Shall I resign into my fate?

Or must I remain behind this facade
pretending I've no cares?
Clasping him tightly, in my arms
while praying it was you there.

I sicken me! Our love is wrong, our love is right.
Oh, confusion tainted by dispair!
Enforcing within me to hide the truth behind
our sordid, love affair.

I shall keep the truth in writing.
Thus he will never know.
Of how I am holding him in body,
whilst loving you with all my soul.

Will I ever tell him
how my heart's not his to hold?
Instead of gazing past his eyes
and seeing olive gold.

adrian@iglou.com

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