So precious the innocent, eyes of a deer;
So quiet the eavesdropper, who can't help but hear—
Reeking of wariness, wanting of sleep,
Drowning with insolent secrets we keep.

Ever and after, so quietly stalking,
Watching and weeping and hearing their talking,
And singing to self, such a sweet lullaby;
Closed of mouth, and yet open of eye.

The audio bickers and screams in denial,
Muttering stubbornly, oozing with guile,
Eyeing its nemesis, tired with shame;
Thinking with fervor, and thinking a name.

Dripping with doubt and lacking of heart,
Their faith and their love begin falling apart.