In my heart I hear but a whisper, 
A whisper of a love I thought long withered away. 
And in that glimmer of light, 
Which finds itself so immersed in darkness, 
I find hope, and perhaps even salvation, 
Discovering a secure knowledge 
That perhaps one day my love will be accepted. 
And it is that single possibility 
Which keeps my heart at a rhythm, 
For without even hope to brighten my future, 
My pulse would dwindle to a whisper so faint 
No one but the Great Gul himself would hear it. 
Thus abandoned and unloved, 
My life would end, 
My body merely a vehicle for an empty soul, 
Limbs working for a mind long atrophied 
By solitude's unforgiving hand.
And in what do I see this light of hope?
In a trusting soul which has opened itself to me,
A friendly hand pulling me away from darkness,
A youthful bronze face hiding a confidant,
A lover perhaps lurking beneath.
If I can unlock my heart once again,
I would open it to him.
My love;  I hope you know the combination.
 
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