It never gets old, this haunting refrain,
In the quiet of my mind, you still remain...

In the quiet of regret, I start this tale,
A love once pure, now a bitter gale...

I don’t like the way he look at you... yeah, I...
His eyes undress you slow... like a psalm in his...

In twilight's grip, where shadows play,
I stand alone, and feel the sway...

Dreams don't lie, they paint the sky,
With hope and grace...

Valentine, thoughts of you swirl—
deeper each day into realms of dreams...

Grace, I fall,
Sweet loves call...