Friendship To Love
 

Comrades don't fail me now, becoming another mere face in a history book.
Stay with me as I suffer, for you too shall feel the burden of shame.
My wrong can never be made right, thus I inquire within you, 
Tell me of thy mother's curse...

Whilst a girl cannot perceive alone, etching the shadows to prove her own
worth true?
Tis never felt by my own alien hands, working the vast soil in which I'd play
as a young boy.  
You were always there for me, in times of condescending fate, and never
ceased to amaze me with thy antics of passion.
I no more strive for forgiveness, yet I now find a new feeling from within my
inner-most crevices.

Turning time into a mere royal board game of chance.  I lied to thee long
ago, on some certain night, and now transgress to repeat it.
Fateful ignominy!  Take the plain palms to lay in your own!  I am not worth
one mere pence in a life of another; such as a candle, I estinguish.  Curried
taverns made of wood, while I lie in wait.  Never a time of friendship to
love... 
My simple feelings now turning fate.