So there’s this boy I want, but heart still yearns
for dark-haired girl that both of us desire.
Every illumination must leave burns
created by the fundamental fire
that blazes in the heart and on the skin
of each who loves, and who now feels the pain
of knowing that each option is a sin
unexpiably laying down a stain.
It isn’t that we have no ringing voice
to prove each honest word we have to say
allows each other perfectly free choice
to kiss and leave, or else to kiss and stay.
Our hope is that the giving of this trust
is not another thing that falls as dust.
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