On my pillow lay marks of tears
Produced by the bitter mark of fear
One that’s perhaps very sincere
And yet my soul continue to think it unfair
And my mind has the feeling of despair
But my soul will forever care
And my senses continue to stare
And so am I willing to dare?
For losing you is indefinable
And my heart will forever be insatiable
I never envisioned this day
And now my mind is in dismay
But yet in my bed I lay
Engaging in constant pray
But yet my thoughts are astray
Hoping for that very day
When you open your eyes and see the sign
And with a smile you let me call you mine
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lovely ...romantic with tints of sadness!
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