Lonelier Than a Lonely Heart
For four cold and long months
I was lonelier than a lonely heart,
staring at the beautiful snowflakes...
and afraid to fall asleep, I dreamt in the dark:
reminiscing the intense heat of midnight!
Lonelier than a lonely heart:
shunning sleep, retracing lovely memories of old,
of forget-me-not on that scented path;
and those delicate daises thrown at her feet haven't faded,
but have kept my passion alive as any true lover would.
Once these hearts were close, no need to yearn
for each other...through each night our passion arose;
has anyone ever asked how long it did burn?
Sadly, loneliness revokes a nostalgic desire
to whisper passionate words that aren't there.
Lonelier than a lonelier heart:
it's the most awful feeling I can endure;
images of two lovers kissing into the shadows of night,
touching their warm bodies to feel pleasure...
oh, imaginary dream don't end until sunrays emerge!
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