Joseph Cross - Betrayal

To a girl with a heart of gold,
From a boy with a heart of stone.
I know you may think little of me,
And of my life you know even less,
But if I don't finally tell you,
My heart will never rest.
My love for you is as pure,
As the snow on a winter morn,
And when I got to know you,
My spirit was reborn.
Although this letter is from my heart,
And truly is sincere,
It is tearing me apart,
And feeding an unseen fear.
For if you look within my mind,
Surely you will see,
That the letter you are reading,
Is a betrayal to my trust in me.

Joseph Cross

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