Everything that happens depends on it's situation

I didn't know
the 'I love you's you gave me
were borrowed.

It's only in his eyes
I can see the beauty
Of my own reflection

If you play with another's feelings
You will find yourself bitter and alone
That is no one's fault, but your very own

never seen by wicked eyes
her smile bright that lasted too much
as lily of the valley were
in the beginning of the spring
when little flowers start to bloom
and die slowly in the late fall,
now shadows of twilight on her fair skin
auburn hair braid a side
covers a shoulder remained untouched
by smooth kisses from last night.