Look nin her eyesnas she laughs at the worldnnWaxen arms nwith wings tiednveil the troubles deniednnAs flakesnthrough the airnof a soft april snownnFalling wetnto the groundnso her frail hopes are boundnnI know nthat you're searching for truthnand I knownthat you hurtnbut I cannot be the onennWho holdsnyou enclosed in his armsnwhisperingnin your earnfor I love another, it's true