You, my love, may never know the measure
Of all you meant and do still in my dreams.
You believe that loving is lost treasure
And nightmares should still haunt in endless screams.
You, love, have forgotten just how endless
Hearts believe in worthy; one soul’s value.
Yes, my love, you think that I am mindless.
How you decipher, then you misconstrue.
All that reigns is loneliness without you,
All that beckoned once, a dim memory.
You think loving dies; is always untrue.
How many lost their hope to fallacy?
Faith, ever justified, in believing.
Come, my love, rejoice in hearts receiving.