The Question

Two feelings that support my love,
The active faith and hope of blind.
Lose them both and that's enough
For love to leave my heart behind.

I've given up on you already,
So faith is gone with no return.
Hope in my heart beats still unsteady
And can be killed by Fact in turn.

So, please, be honest with my question
That you just treat me as a friend.
It's hard for me to make confession
But it's the way for love to end.


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