He holds my spirit within his hands,
My every breath he can command.
Through year, to years, I've burned his flame
But to his heart I hold no claim.
Yet did I not love him - the power
Of passion's love would go unfelt.
My heart would beat for no one.
I would never know the way it feels
To see his face, and have my body melt.
Would never know such steadfast love
That pulses through my veins.
Wild and wonderful, sure and steady.
Painful and heartbreaking.
Emotions dance the years with me,
Never again to be set free.
But locked away inside my heart
Which beats in time with him.