when i whisper your name
to the darkness in my room
can you hear it?
can you hear my voice coming through?

will you ever know
the way my garden grows
how i tend it with thoughts of you?
here i'll plant your smiles
and the golden flecks in your eyes
and over there i'll water with care
the seeds you've given me of your love.

And when winter comes
to blunder my harvests
i'll slip off my skin
and lay it across the precious parts of you,
so i'll keep you safe
i'll keep you warm
even if it means
that i will be cold
and unarmed.

That's what I'll do,
although I can't tell you how,
just know when the time comes
you will have no doubts
of the silent love
i cultivate for you.