Shame is like the dam,
That holds back the currents of love.
How can it run once again freely?
Unless that wall is broken.

How can the river reach its destined goal?
But that dam be removed
And love found free to flow.
Not I… Not I.

I would not even try.
For shame is stronger than my love.
It must be through another.
But who?

Would I were to try,
Quickly I would find,
That invisible hand of shame
Holds me so unworthy.

The river longs for freedom.
To run its natural course.

Two ways this can happen:
The source be ever stronger,
Or the dam removed.

But in the end the answer is the same.
Do you know it?
You will find it in what is left unsaid.

Shame is like the dam,
That holds back the currents.
How can it run once again?
Unless that wall is broken.

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