I think of you, and question in my mind,
do you catch a whisper of me upon the breeze,
or do you catch a sigh?
Because I have thought of you,
and I have thought of you and I, and I wonder what it is,
what it is in this imagination that makes me sigh,
for I long to be with you, and oh, how I have tried,
across the oceans and across time,
and though you may be distant I do carry you inside,
and for what it is worth, I still love you, I still love you,
even though all hope for us has died.
