As promised, here is one with a lighter touch. I consider this to be from Ulrich's point of view and perhaps more of a thought process or a diary entry if you look at it from a story point of view. Read, review, and enjoy!

Out of Reach

How can I tell you I love you?
Though beside you I've sat
Just to know where you're at,
Yet spoken word will never do.

Countless times have I uttered your name
To assure the reality of your existence,
But in many cases, many an instance,
I wonder if my thoughts are only in vain

Lonely is the winter night
When all is cold and dark
And not even angels hark
That I long for you with all my might

So some day I hope to preach
To many both young and old,
That I have found what is greater than gold,
That I now hold what was once out of reach.