blue = Zel's thoughts
red = Lina's thoughts
black = when their thought's coincide
Past the purloined view of my infatuation,
One sided I scolded, love forsaken from emancipation.
A secret it be, a secret it stay;
My emotions musn't be in sway.
For surely the one I desire cannot return such,
The notion itself is too much.
To think, they deserve not me but others in good grace,
Alas if only I may remove this mask from my face.
To be seen by you as myself,
To see you as thyself,
Tis a pity, my love, a pity..