they love me secretly; and i surmise they'll whisper from the rooftops with cupped hands, and nowhere will it echo through the skies, and none will be aware among the lands,
for if the heart-shaped flakes fell from above, upon the heads of certain worry warts, these questioners would question why this love should still remain within my loved ones' hearts,
for i have been rejected from their home, and so it goes their love should likewise be, the value placed upon these commenteers, is valueless and meaningless to me,
for worry warts could question me and stare, and i would walk away without a care