Missing the days and times we talked,
you sought me as a friend.
Long ago feelings hidden, but never put to rest,
boil within my soul.
How could there ever be anything but love between us?
Will I ever be free?
I hope, beyond hope that someday we will return,
to that happy place we sought.
Time does not diminish what the heart can feel,
nor will it release me.
My door, my heart, my soul will always be open,
why do you knock again?
You claim me your only friend, one you can trust;
to me you turn in times of need.
Ask your question and destroy my soul,
for another you have found.
Words come as burning arrows into my flesh,
my heart beats no more.
I live in love’s last moment, and tightly do I grip,
‘tis my buoy upon the sea.
I tell you to go be happy with this love you’ve found,
what else can I do?
Love’s last moment for you has past, nothing of it remains,
the last of you ripped from me.
Bitter taste of wanting you is the meal on which I feed;
it gives a sickly warmth.
Love demands I give you up and let you go your way;
love does not care for me.
You will never know my empty prison cell; it’s all that’s left me now.
Love’s last moment