I won't tell our secret,
I carry it in my heart.
Until the very day I die,
my soul, you are a part.
Love with limits is my cross,
unless I can submit.
To God I love so much.
Until with guilt I sit,
he promises to love me,
without limits up above,
I worry that his promise is,
to take away his love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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