My love has left me; far has he gone. Thousands of miles come between us,
each mile more painful than the last. I do not know what took my love away
from me. Do I care to understand?

Tormented is my soul every waking moment we’re apart, haunted and restless
are my dreams of him. Emptiness has consumed me, I am not whole. And though
I live and draw breath, I do so without a heart. For when my love left my
side, my heart he did take.

My love carries with him my heart, ever so tender and caring, holding it
close to his, and warming it with love. He treasures my heart as if it were
more precious than gold and his love for me is genuine. And while I know he
means no pain, I ache to be with him, to hold him, to love him.

So hurry my love, take care on your journey. I pray God speeds you back into
my arms. The wind at your back may they fill your sails, so that I may live,
once again my love.



 
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