I LOVE YOU MOST IN THE STILLNESS OF THE NIGHT
WHEN I PRETEND YOU ARE BESIDE ME.

I FEEL YOU MOST IN THE EMPTINESS OF MY SELF-EMBRACE
WHEN I PRETEND THAT MY ARMS ARE YOURS.

I HEAR YOU MOST IN THE SILENCE OF MY LONELINESS
WHEN I PRETEND TO HEAR YOUR OVERTURES.

AND IN THE MUSIC OF WORDS UNSPOKEN,
AND CARESSES NOT FELT,
AND IN THE INFINITE LONELINESS,
MY HEART OVERFLOWS WITH WANTING FOR YOU.
AND I SLEEP, CRADLED IN THE ASSURANCE THAT
IN THE NOWHERE WHERE YOU ARE, I AM IN YOUR HEART.