I hid my heart from you for too long
And you forgave me for my blunder
Our passion roared like thunder
A storm that whistled like a song

Day by day my thought went to you
Your scent, your smile, your heat within
A gaze of brightness in dark blue
The memories tattooed in our skin

But nights went by,
time moved like light
with your obsidian eyes
no more in my sight
And the last page of this
fleeting chapter
Was marked by the absence
of your laughter

Why did I leave?
Where did I go?
How did I leave the precious part
of my own soul?

Why did I leave?
Where did I go?
How could I leave this precious part
of my own soul, of my own soul?

Your kindness was petrified
My parting has hurt you within
Your touch is now cold in my skin
Nevermore your eyes will have me seen
Nevermore your embrace will mean something

So, after years misleading you
Time has come to punish my own
I'm countless nights just all alone
Why shall your absence still wound my mind
How can the heart betray his love, his kind

And nights go by,
time moves like light
with your obsidian eyes
no more in my sight
And the last page of this
fleeting chapter
Is marked by the absence
of your laughter

Why did I leave?
Where did I go?
How did I leave the precious part
of my own soul?

Why did I leave?
Where did I go?
How could I leave this precious part
of my own soul, of my own soul?

Hearts of gold never corrode
My love for you was always bold
But never is in the fullish souls
That believe the flames are to control
The poison that turns love cold
Prevents luster to unfold
And our present is no longer told
That's the price of absence and it was sold

So, why did I leave?
Where did I go?
How did I leave the precious part
of my own soul?

Why did I leave?
Where did I go?
How could I leave the most precious part
of my own soul, of my own soul?

There are memories attached,
With each day, I keep re-living,
Years go by, it does not matter.
There are things I keep feeling,
Your absence does not bother.

I see the marks your feet leave,
You wander but not that farther,
Away from me, here is my plea,
That on days like these i miss,
A piece of myself taken from me.

I am stuck in this lapse of time.

Alone
with my ardent longings

Mourning
the mornings I spent in her absence

Three years,
and I still burn, want, and weep

The rain is pouring,
an orchid is drowning,
and you are still sleeping

I woke up this morning,
and found tears rolling down my cheek.
Like the rain on a sunny day
I wondered why they fell.
Were they of joy at seeing you once more
or sorrow that you will be gone again tomorrow.

Is it your absence or your presence
that causes me such heartache