Telling truth, difficult

I have been trained,

To tell the truth,

I have practised,

To tell the truth,

Living with truth,

I had belief that

I would live with 

joy, love, and peace.

Letting the truth

in its purest form,

Very difficult to perform,

One would face lot of troubles,

I experienced it in my life.

I love a lady,

I donot know,

If she likes me or not,

I want to push me over the line,

I want to embrace her,

I want to be closer to with her,

I have desire to 

Take that step,

To take a taste of what's forbidden,

But such line I'm afraid to cross,

Because in that behaviour,

I may be scolded by her.

I have no such courage

To tell the truth to her,

I pretend that I hate her.

Maybe seeing or observing

my outer expressions,

She might have the knowledge,

What's hidden in my heart.

When she is with me,

Tasting the truth on my lips,

I don't want the truth to slip.

I must resist the urge to tell her,

I am of opinion that

I would face the darkness,

I have to consume it,

But I would not tell

Truth in my heart.

Yes, I know,

My soul would be 

drowning in sorrow,

My heart would be 

frozen with numbness.

I saw no way out,

no light to tell the truth,

Created a new limit to my life,

Yes, and I don't think I'm wrong

that I did the same for my love,

Because it brings me 

too much pleasure.