Lonely Reflections

Time is and always will be a thief.

I can see the truth clearly in this.

Her hands bind me in a dance of silence.

I want to feel her, to invite love into my life.

She had never loved me more than she did.

I want to hold her, to experience her again.

One in the morning, the lonely are close,

I long to be near the one who held me, sweetheart.

Pain is a cunning and skilled disguiser.

It is this load that needs to remain in my heart.

When our lips did finally meet, I never stood a chance.

Oh, she was so sweet, if you could catch a peek of her.

Like no one else has ever loved me, she

I hope she would come back and be free of this suffering.

It is one in the morning, the day of loneliness,

I look for the one who can relate to my suffering.

One in the morning, and I'm attempting to escape,

From the bonds that tether me to solitude.