I, like a watchman,
Once waited on your love.
In high hope I endured
Your golden silence kept,
And will have endured more
If your actions were a little true.
But furtively you said your heart belonged.
Even still I will have waited
On heaven’s gate
Till death do you two part
And me pounce on your
Then widowed heart.
But only you may now know
Why of all people
I chose to love you;
Why of all memories...
Why I can’t forget...
And why I can’t remember again
The love I once had.
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