In my heart I hear but a whisper,
A whisper of a love I thought
long withered away.
And in that glimmer of light,
Which finds itself so immersed
I find hope, and perhaps even
Discovering a secure knowledge
That perhaps one day my love
will be accepted.
And it is that single possibility
Which keeps my heart at a rhythm,
For without even hope to brighten
My pulse would dwindle to a whisper
No one but the Great Gul himself
would hear it.
Thus abandoned and unloved,
My life would end,
My body merely a vehicle for
an empty soul,
Limbs working for a mind long
By solitude's unforgiving hand.
And in what do I see this light
In a trusting soul which has
opened itself to me,
A friendly hand pulling me away
A youthful bronze face hiding
A lover perhaps lurking beneath.
If I can unlock my heart once
I would open it to him.
My love; I hope you know