Thought I was Richard – and each she, my Door
Nevermore, Neverwhere, Lonely once more
Where is her embrace?
That warms my heart
And inspires pure art
Where is her face?
Warm and tender, comforting eyes
Each blink, a life of love it supplies
Where is her brain?
Understanding and pleasant personality
Intelligence and supportiveness in actuality
Where is She?
A woman of truth, not a fallacious fantasy
I yearn for her to be, to me, a reality.
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
Composed By: Andrew Drucker
