Roses of stone

I wait through a lifetime
you give me roses of stone
I walk through forever
with feelings untouched unknown
and yours is the melancholy
thought left to stray
waiting ever for one open day
when hope is not
too far away...

Roses of stone
given but still not owned
Heart but a word alone
never part of the everyday.
Yours but a face in a crowd
decoration up on a wall
I think when I see you
You cannot see me at all

And with no expression but that
which you bear
I left my heart of stone there
for your collection
Enjoy your reflection

In you I mourn I grieve
cease all hope
no longer believe
in that dream which drew me here
to pursue that which I most fear

And your life was never
meant to know mine
our futures not meant
to entwine

And mine is the lot to remain alone
receiving your roses of stone.