The ache resides, a whisper in love's tale,
That which the heart seeks, forever veiled.
The ache resides, a whisper in love's tale,
That which the heart seeks, forever veiled.
Perhaps the world, in its longing, named it love,
Perhaps the world, in its longing, named it love,
Named it love,
That one who’s absent from nature's trove,
That which the heart seeks, forever veiled.
Mere walls of stone cannot a home create,
Mere walls of stone cannot a home create,
Home create,
Love's tender touch is needed to re-create,
That which the heart seeks, forever veiled.
Each walks a path, toward their destined shore,
Each walks a path, toward their destined shore,
Destined shore,
Some lost in loss, some yearning to restore,
That which the heart seeks, forever veiled.
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