What else is there to say?
Your eyes comfort me with the warmth of your soul.
At long last, my heart will never recover.
Palpitations that go on and on.
They murmur to me, “There is nothing wrong.”
Is something happening?
Could it be, would it possibly?
That I will never know, for I will never ask.
Just let my heart continue in pain,
Purloined pursuant to your eyes.
Your soul will remain hidden,
Yet, I will never dare to look.