Pity me my secret love,
for the crumbs beneath your shoes
are the banquet that I long for,
and the heartache that I choose.
Pity me my secret love,
for your steps that pass my way
are all the treasures of my life,
and the sunshine of my day.
Pity me my secret love,
for each longing gaze I give,
for though your eyes are blind to me
just your glimpse is why I live.
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