My nights have no rhythmic shadows on the wall Our candle flame silhouettes no longer rise and fall Our love cooled like dying embers without a spark Filled with emotive despair, tears spill in the dark We shared a tranquil pond in a love forged long ago but our waters are dammed. Our stream does not flow What remains of us is a cracked and dried river bed and a wound in my heart, from which my life has bled No relief when night is over and the sun starts to rise 'cause it's your face I long to see when I open my eyes With empty arms, no smile of contentment will I wear I am left with only memories; a grievous burden to bear My nights are foreboding, and transcends until morn Like petals of a rose, I wither, pricked by love's thorn Desolate, I now languish in the web lost love has spun Lingering at twilight and dawn, on the edge of the sun