Listen as the wind blows
from across the great divide.
Voices trapped and yearning,
memories trapped in time.
I watched her from afar for as long as I can remember. She was beautiful, yet untouchable, like a vestal of old Rome. I never had the courage to tell her how I felt in person, so I wrote to her letters. Letters that took hours, sometimes days, to write. She never talked of my letters, and I worried if she had ever even read them. All these nights I have yearned to feel her body close to mine, to experience her warmth and her love -- all for me. All these years I have waited, waited in patience for the day when she will know whom loves her dearest.
The night is my companion
and solitude my guide.
Would I spend forever here and not be satisfied?
She will not believe how much she hasn't lived when I get to her. My kisses to her mouth will leave her breathless. I will praise her body like the goddess that she is. She does not not know what she is missing now. But I will show here, in due time, what she has been living without for so long.
And I would be the one to hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I'll take your breath away,
and after I'd wipe away the tears,
just close your eyes, dear
Now, as I watch her, my precious Diana, my one desire, I feel a growing power in my body. My heart races as I see her golden hair shining with the same pale fire as the setting sun, and her slender body sets my body on fire with a burning passion. I want her. No, I need her.
Through this world I've stumbled,
so many times betrayed,
trying to find an honest word to find the truth enslaved.
You speak to me in riddles and you speak to me in rhymes.
My body aches to breathe your breath,
your words keep me alive
Nighttime falls, again into the rhythm of the night into the dreams of her. My body and mind in turmoil, as I see her flash in my dreams, telling me she loves me, that she yearns for me. She touches me and I feel whole again, yet it is only a dream. A dream that leaves me in the day, it's day I dread, for that is when my angel leaves me.
Into this night I wander, it's morning that I dread.
On into the seas of waking dreams I follow without pride
Nothing stands between us here and I won't be denied.
The morning steals away the nights pleasures from me, and I am left with only memories -- memories and her face. Her lovely, real shining face that keeps me awake. She will love me, even if it is in my head, she loves me, and always will. She yearns for me, even if she does not know it. Yes, she wants me. No; she needs me
Just close your eyes dear...