Do not draw near to me anymore so as to tease
Do not even throw a passing glance in my direction
Walk on by with the gait of a Gazelle
Ignore all that we shared in the quiet moments alone.
Attempt not to remember my face in a crowd of strangers
Allow me the joy of my isolation in the coldness of the night
The company of chosen ones shall, of course, attend you
They are many that gather for you at the watering hole
You dance to protect the heart
While holding out for the desired face and nature
The voice of reason whispers from the watching circles
You, of course my dear, hold the four aces
We meet to spend the stolen moments together
But only just enough time for teasing dances
Your feelings of guilt and the language of shame
The watchers, of course, are always on the prowl.
They look out for you lest you dash your foot
And seek to exploit every unusual move
They watch like hawks every move we make
For your sake and for your future, you must walk away now.
I watch silently as you attend to your day
And wish any moment that I could embrace you
I observe with intense jealousy your relationship with them
But our heads tell us you must walk away.
Go your way my friend, abandon this dalliance.
And think nothing of the lonely heart you leave behind
Find your pastures and attend to your future
My heart beats for you, but you must go away.
With a deep pain in my heart, I bid you good morrow
I salute, with resignation, your determination to flee
My bed of thorns and the harps of the heart
No one feels, no one plays,
No one hears my soft sobs even as you just walk away.