empty with a hint of desperation
easily the prettiest of all
I wonder if I grant her satisfaction
could I for my attention make her crawl
vacant are her eyes to most observers
I for one see searchlight in their gaze
all the desperation that concerns her
I could almost certainly erase
and after she’s reborn in my affection
day by day more restless would I grow
surely if she senses my rejection
boredom of our perfect status quo
surely she would shed a hundred teardrops
surely I would further pull away
empty with a hint of desperation
again she’d be tomorrow or today
what a poor dependent love forsaken lady
yet easily the prettiest of all
one day she will grow stonger and then maybe
once more and far more deeply I would fall
loving her is effortlessly easy
loving she is bound to be fulfilled
I miss her and believe me it would please me
to see her shining happy. and she will.
