Silent nights, those sleepless times,
your absence burning me inside.
I hunger for your home-bound love,
not an empty heart to ride.
I pine and yearn, fall just to learn
that you'd no longer be right beside.
Those stolen acts and shameless sighs
were never enough to buy time to bide.
Then along she came, gifts me a box,
the only thing to which I confide.
Presents me comfort whilst my burden unload,
and listens to my sorrowful plight.
A silent warrior and lover she was,
seeing me through all my inner fights.
Brandishing her sword to ward off fears,
waits patiently for the tears to subside.
But alas, it was a battle I call my own,
those painstaking words I stubbornly defied.
Because through it all I failed to realize,
you were always where my heart chose to reside.
Someone came and stole you away from me,
how could one live with such a divide.
In a shelterless house I opted to stay,
maybe I let my false feelings misguide.
You said you saw us spending our lives,
in the usual convivial fairytale stride.
But we never knew it had to be apart,
I've now been denounced to a forsaken bride.
