I cannot go on thinking of your face,
Or waiting for a touch from your soft hand,
You left me all alone in this dark place,
Abandoned me in hostile, frozen land.

The pain of love, the pain of loneliness
Have both been mine fore'er, but worse than those,
The pain of never trying to confess
My love for you, my solitary rose;

Because I feared the thorn, I never dared
To touch your petals, smell your sweetest scent.
But lingering in winter, cold and scared
I cannot go on wond'ring where you went.