You came to me in slow strides. Steady and ready.

Half a face was all I could see. Hidden was the other half, like the dark side of the moon. Never seen, never discovererd. Forever dormant. You were almost extinct.

I howled at you. I howled at you because there was no other way, no other voice. You were cloaked, hidden by a wall you created in your mind. I tried to break through. I tried to chip away the little stones, set in so hard. All day, all night, I would knock.

I can tell you how much I love you. I can tell you that I am willing to wait out here, if that is what it takes. I can tell you that no matter how distant you seem, I will always be able to read your heart. I can tell you all of it, everything you want to hear. I can give you my all. But you already know. You know, yet you pretend.

Still I pound away at your wall. I yell and shout, "I love you!" But you don't seem to hear. You don't seem to care.

My voice is breaking, my will is cracking. Soon, blood will rund dry, and the petals will fall.

Yet, I still took you in my arms. Held you like a baby, cradled you, and sang to you. But, my voice wasn't heard, the melody was forgotten.

I shouted, again and again. But you never loved me enough to listen. Brick by brick, you continued to harness that wall. You cared for it, took it in your arms as I did you. You held it like a baby, you cradled it, you sang to it; it grew and grew to be great.

So here I am again, on the other side of your wall, still screaming and shouting. I guess that is all I can do. That is all I will ever do.