A love so secret, veiled and dark, br Hidden deep within my heart. br Yet I think I may be wrong br About my heart, my love, my song; br br Is it naught but lustful yearning? br A base desire my heart is learning? br Is it love or is it lust? br To find the truth I think I must; br br Search my black and tattered soul, br And make the truth my one true goal, br Until at last my colours show. br But, I guess, till then I'll never know.