Our love story is illicit

Forbidden by duty to country

We stand on opposite sides

Separated by war and death

Burdened with guilt and desire

But my heart wants what it wants

 

Our first meet was a coincidence

The second was a negotiation

The third time was fate

And even though it was dangerous

And it could even be treasonous

But my heart wants what it wants

 

Some nights I would dream

That you were just a civilian

That I was just your wife

But I love you enough to know

We would not be content

But my heart wants what it wants

 

Perhaps that’s why I gave up on us

Or maybe I was just too selfish

For this sacrifice, I was unwilling

Losing you, I am regretful

My almost one and only

The one my heart still wants