But then I couldn't have felt thy reciprocation even for a whilst;
I wished, too, to be MUTE...
But then again if I was, thou wouldn't have known of thine true feelings for thee;
Still, I wished I was BLIND...
But then, too, I would've failed seeing thine love deep within thy mesmerizing eyes.
Aye, FATE was so cruel to have bested me faculties
But so sweet to make me realize
That if I didn't see...
didn't feel...
nor didn't speak...
I wouldn't have known that I am capable
of knowing...
of loving...
of revering someone...
In just three mornings...
Yet suffer it FOREVER!
