Sad to Never Know this Heart
If I could give your love a form
It would be a mist; not truly clear
And if I should reach to touch it
It would surely disappear
Before my very eyes
I would watch it fade away
To leave me standing, lone and trembling
In its wake of cold dismay
I would stand there where your love had been
Till the cold chill broke my spirit
In case it should come back again
Then I could be there near it
But it would never hear my cries
Come, save me from despair
For the love I had reached to touch
Was never really there
It was only an illusion
(Though, it was told to me)
How sad to never know a heart
That loved you so tenderly
