The Stalker

The Stalker She sat quietly in her cottage house I tried to be silent, not to rouse She was who she was, serene and my darkest luscious dream Her heart may be broken, her desires were my theme A princess from the Celtic isles I had no words, only wishes Why if she’d have asked Id have done even the dishes I followed her heart, soon she shall know I will disappear like the wind, or ask her to throw Holding hearts of the ancients in Aix en Provence I entered her room, like a thousand years before With a fire burning brightly in my skies I hold in my hand, my heart, that beats and cries She saw the depth of the sadness in me eyes Sword of the Celt, in the river of Loire I knew her as a girl in a dream long ago A ghost whom I buried and forever let go Wasn’t sure she would sense it was me Running away for love, longing to be set free Would she long for me now? Would she open her heart? Darling, with a kiss a new life we shall chart The battle cry of a lovers pain, drowned with bloodstain === A princess from the Celtic isles Holding hearts of the ancients in Aix en Provence Sword of the Celt, in the river of Loire The battle cry of a lovers pain, drowned with bloodstain