I called you sweet sensitive man down through the years

You did not hear me, so full of fears

Love lingers still on the threshold of the door

Waiting in hope to see what is still in store.

She waits but the waiting is left in vain

As the logic of life rattles again and again.

On the roof of the old house long forgotten

But a fire still burns in the grate not sodden

The strains of the music still sing out strong

And she imbibes the words far too long

Of the love of others who have found their true mate

She still travails in grief through the holy gate

Where her love once stood waiting but he was gone

And now all is empty, dry and her heart forlorn.