naberriae:

Now I know she’ll never leave me, even as she runs away. She will still
torment me, calm me, hurt me, move me, come what may. Wasting in my
lonely tower, waiting by an open door. I’ll fool myself, she’ll walk
right in and be with me for evermore… I rage against the trials of
love, I curse the fading of the light. Though she’s already flown so far
beyond my reach, she’s never out of sight. Now I know she’ll never
leave me, even as she fades from view. She will still inspire me, be a
part of everything I do. Wasting in my lonely tower, waiting by an open
door. I’ll fool myself, she’ll walk right in, and as the long, long
nights begin, I’ll think of all that might have been. Waiting here for
evermore.