I find myself entangled in the comfort of your arms
But where consolation once was, I cannot find
With you as much as I bear not to part
This loneliness I must embrace as my own kind.

Though you may feel the beating of my heart
do not you wish to hear the voice that reigns within?
And though to me your gaze grows ever near
My inner fire, a thought to which you are not akin.

You caught me as I was stumbling, through forests of my own;
A warmth to comfort the icy days of solace,
Meanwhile pangs of emptiness continued knocking on my door,
As if to confirm the doubts of destiny between us.

Unable to prevent the path of my wandering footsteps,
From running to the world’s most distant corners.
In pursuit of something I may die in my attempt to find,
An understanding’s console only to us mourners.

For you my passion remains the mystery of a whim
While yours for me does not wish itself to reveal.
That despite my prying for the chance to open,
Will lie in silence beyond the doors that fate has sealed.