It’s you, my dear,  
The phantom of my heart,  
The nameless figure  
That haunted my mind,  
The one I’ve loved  
All this time.

Hidden deep within,  
My perfect secret.  
My soul called out,  
Searching for you  
In the space  
That does not exist.

For you were an ideal,  
My antidote to heartache.  
The one I met  
In ghostly hours  
Of the night.

I know you like an old lover,  
Though I knew not  
Who you were.  
Heart attuned to mine,  
For that was your dwelling.

It’s you, my dear,  
The phantom of my heart,  
The nameless figure  
That haunted my mind,  
The one I’ve loved  
All this time.