What can a feeble heart do?
Other than stare at the vast blue
Swirling high and forever void
Swaying to dreams, it can't avoid
How can a trembling heart ever try?
To spell your name and not cry?
If it can't even tame its fantasies,
If it won't ever correct, its fallacies
What can my selfish heart do?
Other than dream days, I never knew
Is there anything for foolish old me?
Besides, pray, wait, and see
No, since my love was never brave,
Because I only stared as you'd fade
Now what can my heart do?
Except love, love in all its blue
In dreams, beyond time or plane,
Where my "I love you's" flow unrestrained