Lonely is the man who does not see
The heart of the lady that follows he
Blindly going forward, looking not behind
Where the love she has offered stands untimed

Broken is the lady who has given up her heart
To a man unwilling to play his part
Yet each day she offers, unseen and ignored
Ready to give her life to the man she adores

They run in a circle, in an endless route
A cycle of love and longing, coupled with loss and doubt
She waits for him daily, patient and in love
But he sees not the promise that they can have

How long must he feel somber, alone and hollow
Not seeing her eyes that are full of sorrow?
How long must she suffer till he finally feels
The truth in her heart which has long been sealed?