I have a friend who means to me
More than I can say,
And often times, this friend and I
With words, we choose to play.
Alas, I fear some damage here
Upon her heart I pressed
From traded words thrown out in play
My heart it seems transgressed.
The pain I felt was more acute
Than swords within my soul
That I within could conger up
And this unholy motive hold.
How do I tell this friend of mine
Who's virtue I hold dear,
What joy she brings to those around
Whenever she is near.
For me, I wear a scarlet letter
Begotten long ago,
To bury passions deep within
And seldom let them show.