Don’t tell me you love me,
For I will tell you, I love you.
Then you will disappear from view;
Gone to another, who you say, will never smother.
She’ll keep you at a distance
Leaving you wondering and wanting.
You will be yearning and burning ;
She, cool and calculating,
Suddenly her trap will snap shut;
Your will, will be sapped.
So let us agree not to disclose
Our feelings to each other, they must be left on hold.
The future will take care of its own,
After all, to each other we’re told, we are only on loan.