The flower in the attic has grown dusty,
but like my love for you it never will die.
And as we both grow old, it loses its color,
as the hint of youth fades from my eyes.
I waited for you for such a long time,
till the silver graced my hair.
And I watched for you…and I searched so long…
but you, you never were there.
I still remember your eyes when I dream late at night,
but when awake I never seem to find the right hue.
Were they gray with a touch of the sky running through them?
Were they ever truly so blue?
And the lips that I touched oh, so briefly
were they ever as soft as my mind seems to insist?
Did they taste of the honey so sweet to remember,
the softest I ever have kissed?
And your touch so gentle, yet insistent,
yes, my hero, when you came down to rescue me.
Saving me from a danger you may have created,
but a danger you couldn't foresee.
I forgave you oh, such a long time ago,
I know you only did what you felt you had to do.
And Michael I wish you could hear when I say this,
I have never forgotten you.