In my heart I hear but a whisper,
A whisper of a love I thought long withered away.
And in that glimmer of light,
Which finds itself so immersed in darkness,
I find hope, and perhaps even salvation,
Discovering a secure knowledge
That perhaps one day my love will be accepted.
And it is that single possibility
Which keeps my heart at a rhythm,
For without even hope to brighten my future,
My pulse would dwindle to a whisper so faint
No one but the Great Gul himself would hear it.
Thus abandoned and unloved,
My life would end,
My body merely a vehicle for an empty soul,
Limbs working for a mind long atrophied
By solitude's unforgiving hand.
And in what do I see this light of hope?
In a trusting soul which has opened itself to me,
A friendly hand pulling me away from darkness,
A youthful bronze face hiding a confidant,
A lover perhaps lurking beneath.
If I can unlock my heart once again,
I would open it to him.
My love; I hope you know the combination.

The End