I carved my love into the bark,
Of a sacred oaken tree,
I wrote my love in the pages,
Of my dearest diary.
I thought of my love,
In the deepest corners of my mind,
I gave away my love,
To a man so fair, a man so kind.
I spoke of my love,
To no-one at all,
I hid my love,
With secrets and stone walls.
I hated my love,
And how it made me feel,
I worshiped my love,
And the way it made me real.
I confessed my love,
To the man of my dreams,
And he took my love,
And gave me golden wings.
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