The Die is Cast

What is left for me?
Now that I have spent my time in hell
How can I possibly,
Share my closed heart with an open person?
Now that my cards have been played,
Which hand shall you deal?
Only one hope is that you feel the same for me—
But from my experience I will never,
Be able to think of another.
Your delicate and gentle eyes,
Those soft lips for which you smile—
And that mind of gold
Is what inspires me beyond my solitude,
Where I have lived,
And cried in for many years before.
Now that I have dealt my feelings,
Can you show me your heart—
Sweet girl?