Smothered by the senselessness,
I'm bound and on my knees,
Questions asked, from me to you,
And still I am not pleased.
How many years will pass us by,
Before you're mind to hold?
Seeing you, I recognize,
The things I've left untold.
Your hand in mine, a smile there,
Your arms a tender guide,
And feelings find themselves revealed,
That before now I wished you hide.
This mask I wear conceals my soul,
But to you it must be sheer,
I claim a love I never felt,
Yet to you, that has always been clear.
I ask you now, would you be mine,
If she stood not in your way?
Do you see me here, in silent waiting?
Where until your answer, I will stay.