it was a crime
she loved, another woman's man.

she stared all day out of the window, to see them take a stroll
she saw him with another woman, and couldn't learn to control
her heart was stabbed a hundred times but a smile ran across her face
he would look at her inside the window but could never make a guess.

she cried out loud and cried out deep, and all she could do was to weep
and neither could she stay awake, nor could she ever sleep.

his woman was filled with disregard, disrespect and despise
and it would as well be hard for him but thought that won't be wise
she cut his name on her heart, her body, and her soul
she made sure he would never know the pain she had to hold
he told her to let it go and look for a new start
but she had known that only he would always rule her heart.

she prayed for him and looked away with only him in mind
what once took them years to put in place, did so easily unwind.

she burns herself in agony,
in love and in shame
she knows it well, he would listen someday
but she will never tell.

she loves him wild and loves him mad, like a wounded bird ever can
but all she will do is stare at him, he is, another woman's man.