You took my hand
You showed me a smile
A strange little spark
Of love or maybe passion
You reached out to me
But I cannot feel it
The warmth or the light
The moment died
And I could see that this spark
It was fading away
I didn’t mean to hurt
I could never mean to make you cry
And yet in your eyes
I can the sadness reflecting
You learnt that a briar rose could have thorns
That a love is often unrequited
And the regret I feel
I wanted you to be happy
But my heart so cold it will burn you if you touch
I don’t want to hurt you anymore
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