I love you, darling. Feeling low
Or feeling high, I choose deceit.
I'll never tell you what I know,
I'll never tell you what I've seen.
So call me stupid and obtuse,
I'll join your laughter on a lark.
You'll never know what I've refused,
Though the refusal wasn't hard.
So let my secrets be my own,
And let the kindness grow and last.
I'll never tell you what I know,
And hence I hope you'll never ask.