it happened one beautiful star-studded night
that's often its way to begin;
two lovers too blinded by their own delight
to see that they're falling right in.

no one to blame if you're both going there.
nothing to lose of your heart.
but often who's got most to lose wont despair
til loose of that innermost part.

which lay like an offering unto a god
and would have seemed greater than gold
except no one should have had feelings so broad
without that the other be told.

tho sympathies lie with the one that hurts most
have no double mind about this.
a love unrequited two victims can boast
since both these have forfeited bliss.