his words, so beautiful, she thought just for her
too late to stop her heart from responding
then that glimpse, like seeing a phantom in a plate-glass mirror
of another, alongside him, where she should be standing
heart stops, blood runs cold, she knows she should trust
yes trust can be good, if it's not based on lust
all confusion, signs are there, written on the wall
slowly into the dark abyss she will fall
crying out in that darkness, she prays he will hear
yet he doesn't, for he's whispering in someone elses ear
she has no claim, no right that is real
He is the only true love she will ever feel