So much to say but no one here,
high above in my tower.
Waiting blindly for you’re return
upon the eleventh hour.

But alas, I see not your face,
or you’re shadow about the path.
My hands have now gone cold and numb,
in the absence of your wrath.

The bruises have gone but scars remain,
as a reminder of your love.
But still I cry in mourning of what I lost,
and your presence I was unworthy of.

How careful I was, not to reveal,
our unique and holy devotion.
So why did they have to get involved?
To cause all that commotion..

They tore us apart for so very long,
But I gripped hope tight.
Knowing that you'd hold fast too,
You wouldn't go down without a fight.

They were jealous of our sacred affair,
I know this must be true.
But there gone, and don’t worry love,
I promise now, I’ll wait for you.

 
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