Your eyes are the home I never got to know
Your lips are the sweetest sugar I never got to taste
Your voice; deep and true
Will never whisper the solemn words
‘I love you’
And I will never love you
But I will always think of love and dear things
When your name pops in some forgotten corner of my memory
And in the darkness
Just before I fall into my many morbid dreams
Before the ghosts and ghastly ghouls get ahold
I’ll shiver those three very solemn words
And in the dark
I won’t feel quite so alone
