You speak to me,
and I wrap myself in the blanket of your presence,
warming my soul.
To have you as mine I would weep;
the first tears of joy in my life.
My love for you rocks me to my foundations,
but I must never speak it aloud.
My world would never accept it.
My life has been built;
With regret as the mortar I have built it,
and despair the bricks.
I have built a temple to my own sadness,
layer upon layer of needless mistakes.
A lifetime of "what could have been"
I have found myself,
yet doing so I have died inside,
only to find that I still breath.
Now, I have found a reason to live,
a reason to start over new,
and that reason is you.
But that can never be.
Although you will remain forever with me in my mind,
I remain alone.
You have all of me, all that I could ever give.
And I am alone.
