From my heart, you run away
Pride holds my love like sculpted clay
Believe it or not, this tale of us
Will echo long after we’ve turned to dust
Is it my madness, or love’s soft spell-
A dream I cannot escape or tell?
If your eyes can’t see what lies inside,
The fault is not mine, but where you hide
My heart still beats for you alone,
Its rhythm pure, its longing known
Though silence grows and footsteps stray,
I wait-unchanged-through night and gray
One day, in a hush and hollow air,
This ache will burn beyond repair
Call then, as loud as you desire-
You will find not me, but fall on ash and fire