She thinks about you entirely too much.
Lovers and thinkers that they all are.
Longing as one, but never do they touch.
Precious oh are they, watchers from afar.
Never to sleep in each other's arms.
Quietly they go from what they do seek
They are the brave, the bold, and the very weak
Darkness draws from those who do not approve,
In their eyes no fragment of life remains.
So into the dark, their love is removed,
And always in their hearts is love contained.
Wait for what you long for, it will soon come
And they will all be together...as one.