I was there,
When your eyes betrayed you,
Telling me your mysteries,
Revealing the thoughts you'd die for me to see,
Unable to speak,
Captured in your prison of anticipation,
Feeling the ecstacy of the moment.
And in that same moment,
While I was there
Your eyes betrayed you,
And I saw that I could be nothing less
Than a fuel for your passion of the play,
And you could not love me,
And you could not understand.