A door dividing us, me and My Love;
for years, I wait in patient zeal for her
to someday know and free me like a dove;
the door will open, that I am sure.
Her voice of kindness rings into my ear;
its fair tones phonate in my lonely heart;
at times, I listen only just to hear;
for, it is what compels my life to start.
But now, her voice, at last, begins to fade;
the song of her sweet voice is long away;
perhaps, the time has come for love be laid;
too great, her voice has drawn from me today.
And now, the truth I most completely see;
the door will never open just for me.