I can hear you, but do you speak?
I can feel you, but are you there?
You seem strong, but are you weak?
You seem real, but are you here?
How can you be right in front of my eyes,
And not ever exist?
How could I forget you, holding my cries,
And you I do not miss?
Why is it I love you, while you not return the vow?
Why is it I forever search, and still not know how?
How can I love something non-existent?
How can you be so close, but so distant?
How long can I love you, my sweet dream?
Until you are done showing me your new world,
To which I have not yet heard nor seen?
Or until reality shakes me from my shoulders sore?
Until what eternity must I wait?
What could possibly keep a hold of me that long?
I cannot find you, if I have no way.
I cannot love you forever, I am not that strong.
What power possesses your love to last forever?
How much love shall I show?
I cannot cherish you, when you are no treasure.
How long until you let me go?
How far into the vastness will you venture?
Until when can I hold you?
What else is there in our nearing future?
When is it you can tell me true?
I cannot hear you, for you speak not,
I cannot feel you, for you exist not.
You are not strong, and I cannot see you with my eyes,
You are not real, but why is it you still bring my cries?
