Every written line has shadow,
every speach spoke sounds hollow...

Today I stay in waiting.
There is no lady involved...

You looked at me today,
such disdain in your eyes...

With shaking hands I write,
Desperate and seeking, please, read my script...

Like a river flowing,
or the winds blowing...

It's bleeding,
in the simplest way of explaining...

Here my heart, rest your head,
the weariness of the eve, brings great dread...

Shall it be, a simple inflection,
something once mirrored, like your reflection...

The idea of Love,
a simple thing, a white dove...