In my heart I often wonder, in matching beat my thoughts they ponder
Where and whence my life did wander, and opened some dark inner door.
If I could just set out and win her, wouldn’t that raise quite a din, sir
Have her all, both saint and sinner, no one but her my heart adore.
Have her love and nothing more
Just this, her love and nothing more

Yet as my thoughts wind here and there, unfocused eyes become aware
My neck adorned with rising hair, at some new item ‘pon my floor.
Aroused, for now, from every thought, my eyes soon find just what they sought
Revealing some uncertain plot, to make my heart’s beat rise and soar
Or perhaps ‘twas fate and nothing more
Only fate, sitting there upon my floor

The photo there at my face staring, showing her eyes, full of caring
As if the wind in sudden daring had cast it on my bedroom’s floor
And yet no breeze had stirred the air, no sudden gust to move my hair
So who or what this intrusion dare? Truly the wind and nothing more
Has set her there where she wasn’t before
‘Twas just the wind and nothing more

Be still my heart, silence your leaping. Find in yourself the calm of sleeping
No shadows here will you find creeping. ‘Tis only a picture, quiet your roar.
But doubt besets both heart and mind, love and spite both present in kind
For the love that once my soul did find, in her whose picture adorns my floor
‘Twas love and yet was so much more
Of her who rests upon my floor.

Lost again in thoughts that linger, twisting gold upon my finger
Perhaps an omen or portent to ring her was staring boldly at me from my floor!
I decided once or twice to call, but even touching the phone cast a pall
Upon my face at the unmitigated gall of believing she still wants something more
After she’d walked out of my life’s door
With the word “good-bye” and nothing more.

Emboldened by anger, finally moving, setting my mind to my hearts disproving
Whether this was a false or true thing that the wind had blown this to my floor.
Feeling a draft, courage was strengthened, yet as I reach it, the shadows lengthened
I can feel both anger and resolve weakened, as I reach for the picture upon my floor
Making my cursed imagination soar
At mere thought of her laying upon my floor

Photo clutched tight and poor chest pounding, her dulcet voice in my ears sounding
Speaking of our love’s first founding as some forgotten, ill-loved lore.
Sweet honeyed voice full of uncaring, no more hope, no love for sharing
No longer two hearts joined in pairing, uncaring, thought my soul implores
She speaks in whispers yet it roars
She does not want me anymore.

The photo tells of how I miss her, no last good-bye, no chance to kiss her
All that’s left to me is this her exit out of my life’s door.
The lengthy shadows fall across me, emotion’s stormy waves they toss me
In thinking what my love has cost me, I don’t want to love her anymore
After my heart was rent and tore
Wanting only to forget and nothing more.

It seems the wind in bitterness creeping, awoke my pain from its fitful sleeping
To ensure my night be filled with weeping as I will see her nevermore.
Yet hope I keep inside me hiding, quietly waiting and softly chiding
Waiting for someone its time it"s biding to once again let my love soar.
Knowing somewhere there is something more
Someone, somewhere worth waiting for.