I yearn for you to return to me, my Love
Obsession still burning in my eyes
I long wistfully for the songs of your voice and
Covet the softness of your touch
I see my reflection dancing in the window glass as
I wait unending moments for you to arrive
In the darkness of my secret garden
The purity of my passions is tended to with quiet care
But you no longer visit me here in my garden
So my desires have grown quiet and still
Winter has seized my gazebo and
The thistles and thorns have choked the trees
My flowers have surrendered to the cold and
I no longer hear the nightingales sing
I only hear the songs of regrets and loneliness
Ringing endlessly in my heart
Ravens have ravaged my soul
I am a prisoner of my memories and
Your face is a furious storm in my mind
But I will continue to wait for you here in my garden
Until my breath has finally grown cold