I sometimes wonder
if you do not truly grasp
the sincerity of my love.
You broken, wondrous thing,
how can I make you understand?
When you and I met,
when you befriended me
and deciphered the map
written on my heart
that I’d lost the key to,
All the black and white
that barred my freedom
faded into gray;
And when you kissed me,
I fell away from the place
where I’d been chained;
I wonder every day now,
as I fly freely on the wings
you showed me I’d always had,
how I can express to you
the depths of my devotion,
and my unconditional love.
You, who loves and loves me
and expects so little in return,
how can I make you see
this invisible pledge
burning inside my heart?
