Ever present, though never here.
You are the one I hold most dear.

Perhaps the absence is the bait,
That snares my soul unto this state.

Of hopefulness, that's never sated,
For a love that's long awaited.

But if it called upon my door,
I dare not answer..this is sure.

For fear of what might be exposed,
'Tis best to leave my door full closed.

For while your eyes can't fix my face,
I am my own self, (my own disgrace,)

Hope lives on, while apart from near,
You are the one I hold most dear.