In better judgment, ‘gainst my will,
I’ve kept myself from being swayed;
My love for you is silent still.
Although I’ve ventured once to fill
my heart’s desire, ‘twas once delayed.
In better judgment, ‘gainst my will,
I pleaded once again, “Fulfill
not selfish gain but selfless trade!”
My love for you is silent still,
for when the basin gently spilled
with drips of love my heart betrayed,
in better judgment, ‘gainst my will,
I slowed each droplet to a chill.
In icy hope I softly prayed,
“My love for you is silent still.”
For in that silence, love instills
a speechless craze: an art displayed
In better judgment, ‘gainst my will,
my love for you is silent still.