I am inexplicably drawn to this man,
     who lays before me sleeping.
His every thought I long to know,
     his troubled face to caress.
Yet his heart is strangely closed to me,
     by friend or foe I know not.  
Why does this feeling remain
     after everything we’ve been through?
After all the hurt, the pain, the tears,
     I still love this one.
Is this God’s divine hand,
     revealing my destiny to me?
Or is it satan’s devilish scheme,
     to draw me from my Lord?
One thing I know, and one alone:
     for now my time I must bide.
For to reveal the truth within my heart
     would surely bring ruin down.