There are simple parts of me
That long for you to be here and see
Look at this pain etched on heart of filigree
Of which only you could have been the trustee
Waiting for a love in the great beyond where you hold the master key
A passion of which you and I hold an honarory degree
Because I love you, so honest and true, every single idiosyncracy
But I'll be waiting an eternity
If I believed that you and I can become three
Because that, my dear was never meant to be
It breaks my heart that this was your decree
And so I must now set you free