You're beautiful.
You're just you, and that is beautiful.
My blood is churning.
My heart is aflame.
You run away.
Why so afraid?
Inexplicable. Seeming-impenetrable.

My spirit lets out a silent cry.
I've been impaled by the fatal sword of love.

Help me.
Is no one capable?
Despair lurks outside my door.
Is the true you even alive anymore?
You turn away.
I'm so afraid.
I won't back down.
Please - turn around.

Voices.
Who is this anyway?
These voices, they do not know you.
Do I know you?
All I have left is a tiny spark of hope . . .

Oh, special one! If only I could
somehow make everything okay.
I would conquer the pain and fear
and send them scuttling back to the inferno
from whence they came.
I would do anything for you.
Why?
I'm still not sure.

Where are you?
You who looked upon me and loved me?
You who gave yourself up completely for me?
Now that I am ready to reciprocate
where have you gone?
You're so far away.
I miss you.

When all the world was against me
you stepped forward.
It looks like the world's against you now.
I am in the open, unprotected.
If you cut yourself off from me
I will be utterly alone.

There is hope yet.
Though I can no longer see it
I know the light is still within you
for there is no power greater than unconditional love.