Here's an unsuccessful story
(From the heart that beats
For you eternally)
Of you, and your me
They say you grew with life
Amidst what was hardship and strife
When our lips brushed under the mistletoe
(Remember my favourite eve?)
What lay ahead , little did I know.
For the lengthiest time I have wished
For the sun and relaxing rain ;
The need for relief has passed,
Leaving behind the lingering pain.
I wanted to be loved
As the things you held so dear
I wanted to be in the arch of your lips
(Did you ever even pull me near?)
Make me a hodophile in the road to your crux
(For your pilgrim since her time eternal)
Just hint me the way
For your lover, and her life.
Mon amour, j'ai besoin d'amour.