To what end does it do my heart to love,
when it should not see the light of day?
For whom does this pain endure?
And by whom shall it remain?
Romance, my love, is lost on this soul.
For my taste is far too great to please
and my heart is not yet free
to fly in the shadows of the dawn.
Romance for me, my love,
is what these eyes shall never see
or what this heart will never taste.
Romance for me, my love, is deceased.
The winds cry out to me
for me to see that this love will be.
But my mind and soul are deaf to them
and my heart is left alone.
Romance for me, my love, has flown away
on the wings of the east winds
to reside upon some other who has cast aside doubts
and roams free throughout the skies of the starry nights above.
Nicole Noelle Keys