Oh, How I am helpless!
So helpless in my quest
to win your love.
For what can I give you
to gladden your heart
and show the love
that burns within me?
Oh, I cannot give you
and gems that sparkle and wealth untold.
Oh, I can only bare my heart and soul
to show what a fire burns within
and the treasure in every fiber of my brain.
Oh, I can speak to you of poetry and love
and of a music that speaks
from the depths of my soul.
Oh, how nature sings to me
of your sweet form and lovely face
as the rain drops fall among the trees
pledging there love to the leaves.
Oh, how you are like a soft summer rain.
When I walk through the silent and sacred forest
and feel the rain drops upon my face.
Oh, how it brings back memories
of your fingertips as they touched my face.
Oh, I am haunted by the imprint of your limbs
and how we danced to a soft and silent music.
Oh, I hold you in my memory
in a chamber in the secret depths of my soul.
And oh, how it has become my flesh
and one with every fiber of my brain.
Oh, how the memory of your face
is a treasure sacred to the my soul.
And I hold you in a chamber most sacred
at the center of my soul.
Oh, I have loved you
down through the endless days
of eternal memory past.
And I shall love you
through all the endless days to come
to when this world
is but a dim memory.