Such
a great actress you are!
You
deny me the discovery of love in your eyes
Your
masterly cold stale looks give away nothing
Nothing
at all
No
signs
Of
love
Of spring
Or
of hope
But
I know
Deep
in my heart
There
underneath those indifferent eyes
There
are moments of truth
At night
At night
You
admit to your pillow
“I love him more than he knows.”
And
“I hate him less than he imagines.”
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