Oh dearest friend of mine, who knows me well,
Though might we never meet, you know my tale;
Not knowing name nor past, our hearts we tell,
And stranger yet, you know my pain and ail.
Across the globe, we speak of things we see,
Of things we wish and hope, and things we fear;
You give my life excitement which I dream,
Across this land afar, you feel so near.
And I lament, that we shall never meet,
For Fate has set our paths for separate ways,
But yet, our tale entwined for time to greet
And brighten those our darkest, lonely days.
But I will not forget you my dear friend;
This story tells our tale until the end.