I was waiting for you all those years,
Living in seclusion,
Drowning in depths of despair,
Painting your portrait
On the wall
Separating my 'now' and 'then',
Having not even seen you.
I believed in you,
And I knew you could hear the call
Of my soul... without a sound -
And you came.
You could open the door to my life,
Always locked, with one glance -
No key ever found could open it,
As your glance was the key to my heart.
Dear, was it my weakness or strength -
Letting you know
That I'd always be yours -
When you held me and when let me down,
Through the day and the night? Was it both?
Forgive me, my pride, for this time
I say it again.
