What a terribly lonely solitude and a desolate despair,
When the love you desperately seek... simply isn?t there.
You never see the sunrise or sunset's golden glow,
Because you never feel the touch that only she?ll bestow.
And life seems deathly grim in the absence of a caress,
When you lose the will to live; and your love you must repress.
The anguish and the pain, when she walks on someone?s arm,
And the jealousy you feel when she displays her magic charm.
And as I meet my God... I?ll think of her 'til the last.
How life could have been... if she?d loved me in the past.
But no sorrow will I show and my sadness is a cure.
If you think she was ne?er a part of me...
You?re wrong... you always were.