Oh, there are flowers
that bloom in the dark wild wood.
Flowers the color of blood
and flowers with the color
of the darkest night
the color of a broken heart
and my tortured soul.
Oh, they grow
where the cold wild wind blows
and sangs its mournful  song
as it weeps
as my heart weeps
for a love that was more than love
a love that haunts me still.
Oh, when I close my eyes
you are there in my dreams still
a fantasy come to life
as I live again
before I awake
to the nightmare of you far away.
Your heart and my heart
torn so far apart.
Oh, a sigh and a heavy heart!
Oh, how you have sunk
so deep within me
as though my soul and heart
were some bottomless sea
to the center of all I am
till you become one with me.
Oh, you have become the soul
and the breath within me
all the life that I am.
Oh, for you I long and search
till these dusty paths
are all worn down
and an eternity has passed
and I find my rest
in the heaven of your arms.