It hurts to love you,
For you look me deep;
But all you see is this.
A mask I'm forced to keep,
To be a man, but only because I can be near you;
For I love you, though your words of love I carry to another.
If this disguise be all that permits me your presence, your scent, your smiles,
If it allows me to carry your tears, your fears, and your dreams,
If it is all to hear your voice each day,
Then woman in men's robes I shall be.
By day, by light, your friend, your confidant, a man.
By night, by moon and stars, your lover, your dreamer, a woman.
Lay your laments and heartaches on me,
If only you knew- I wish it was I who you cried for, and pined for, and desired with all your soul.
My love, my love, until you know, and then aftermore,
I will love you as a man and a woman with all of my heart and soul.
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