Words, only words give a gentle good night
How lonely they sometimes leave me feeling.
There is little comfort found in the dark
despite promises forever sealing.
Must we be damned to a love in print?
Such cruel fate has been bestowed, my dear.
How can it be that we cannot embrace
when it is you I want to be near?
Is Heaven above really so hostile?
Or is it the stars with their twisted fate?
Either way, we must keep our distances
with words and hope I shall forever wait.
With ink I swear our love I shall abide;
forever your lover, never your bride