It's the ghost of your past that haunts me.
It's like she is with me with my every step.
Everytime I look at the mirror, it's like she is holding my hands.
Everytime I go to bed, it's like she is holding me close.
But how could she, when she left me years ago?
But I refuse to believe what they say.
They say she's dead, but how am I to believe?
When I see her laughing and talking to me.
I love my dear, more than the world ever could;
I loved her in her warmth, and even more after the winter.
Even the winter feels warm in the presence of her ghost;
Never shall I love nor shall I try to share the love of her and I.
Seasons have changed and so did the lives;
But you never did, nor did my love for you.
But I'm reaching my end, soon it'll be my time;
My long lived desires would be finally mine.