He bids to hear my voice every single day
He’d call before the cock’s crow, before he says his prayers at night, and between
We’re at a distance but he feels every fiber of his body longing for me
What do I do in return?
I ignore his calls when I’m in someone else’s arms
Sometimes I don’t say goodnight and he forgives me nevertheless
I make excuses and he just let em slide
I see the purity in his eyes
How much he’s ready to let go for my love
And it hurts to see him hope cos I don’t feel the same
To tell him off would be to put out the spark in his eyes
I don’t wanna lose him as a friend but I don’t think I can be his lover
I’m too impure for his modesty
I feel unworthy of his chastity
Oh my! What should I do?