In my heart I know to love
In my soul I ache for what i know I may never have
Who is to say that being loved is enough
While my tears cry, please let it be true
Who will treasure my gifts
Pitty the one who walks blindly by my side
For it could be days or years before he sees I am gone
The stars I wished upon are no longer guiding me
I may be as blind as he
But never will I doubt loves intentions
Oh, but to be loved without words is the love I need to breathe
May I embrace you for a while to see how fast your heart beats
Would you kiss me slowly so I can feel how deep you breathe
And if how you love is to enter me, then do so slowly
as you whisper my name one last time
And if at this moment my body is full of all that you can give
My heart is green with envy and my soul is struggling
It is the blind man, whom cannot be blamed
that will never see
that my heart and my soul are the gifts I have
for him from me
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