THROUGH MY WINDOW PANE
H. W. Bryce
I see you through my window pane,
I feel the pain I see there in your eyes,
I feel your thoughts, your empty arms,
I miss your charms, I know your pain;
Your pain is my pain, your heartache mine,
We can gaze into each other’s eyes,
We can touch each other hand to hand,
But only through my window pane.
How cruel life has now become
To force us to our sep’rate worlds,
But though together now in sep’rate rooms,
Our spirits and our love still live as one.
When the raindrops play upon my window pane,
I see your shadow just as plain as plain.
I hear your voice, it’s dancing on the glass.
Rain paints your hand upon my window pane.
I fall into my bed, my head upon my pillow,
I hug myself in lieu of you and dream my dreams,
I feel your solitude, I see your longing eyes…
But I won’t break, I will bend just like the willow.
I see you through my window pane,
We can gaze into each other’s eyes,
We can touch each other hand to hand,
But only through my window pane.
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