I love him, I love him so,
I feel his pain as mine, he does not feel mine so,
To wait in vain for him to come,
To conquer his fear, but he does not,
He walks alone, but then I see,
He loves me so? But no, not ever, no . . .
I endure the pain, my broken soul,
I walk away with my broken pieces nothing more,
To him I went, but no more,
To him, for him my heart yearns so much,
He knows not how deep in my soul he is?
He wonders why I don’t come back to him?
No, he knows not,
No, he wonders not,
No, his fear is his,
No, my love is mine.