Hiraeth

My darling, it was always you... I may have been the writer, But you were always the words. My love for you was the pen, But the heartache was the ink. I miss me from way back when, Now I push myself to the brink. From these moments I wrote my pain, 'Cause I knew we'd never be the same. Now I hide my heart, my feelings refrain, So much hurt from this love on the brain. You're as beautiful as ever my dear, No one will treat you better than me. All I want is to love you without fear, And show you all that you want to see.