Within her heart she knows she lies.
He looks at her. She was all he wanted.
She can think, arouse and cook.
He liked her. Desired her. Cared for her.
But he could only watch her. From afar.
She had known many. And knew him.
She liked him. Respected him.
She was intoxicating. She was his love's verse.
He craved for her. She gave in.
They loved. Like no one else could.
They cared. Like no one else would.
A story unfolded. A story untold.
I sing my ballad not for the world.
But for within.
