A silent promise,
Whispered low,
My love to you began to grow.
And yet stolen glances
Turned into lost chances,
Where did all that love go?
Do the pleading eyes
And desperate tries
Just fade away?
No.
But slowly the ember dies,
Aching for a glimpse
From your eyes,
Lost in a sea of forlorn despair.
And yet it never comes.
Soon,
That love grows dull,
And the sharp words
Bang in my skull,
Telling me you can
Never love me.
And in the mirror,
A stranger stares
Weak, pitiful,
A lifeless glare.
And yet,
Love foregoes the empty...
It's all that's there.
My silent promise to you is this:
Your ghost,
I will always bear.