A screen stands between us
Thin enough to break
I don't know how much more
My beloved can take

Some is real some is fake
I have to wait, for your sake

A thin veil and a curtain
It hides you from my touch
But the separation
Is to much

Part is wet part is dry
Some is truth the rest is lie

The other side is silent cold and still
This side is frozen by a witches will