Comfort & Mary
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
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