The sun scorches me even in the evening

As I wait for you under the willow

Near the river yet unnamed

I know that there is no hope

That you left for me

Just life

And love,

unrequited

Even if the sun scorches me

I will wait

My heart still beats,

alone

This hope that your face,

that your heart will beat against mine

It lives in my chest,

in a warm feeling

the sun scorches me even in the night

as I wait for myself to come to my senses

under the willow. . .

by the river yet unnamed

I know that the chances are slim

that you left me to fend for myself

For life,

and love,

unrequited

Even if the sun scorches me

It is no where near as hot

As the burning hope in my chest

Is this it?

It can't be.

Even if the sun scorches me

I'll stand on the banks of the unnamed river

Under the willow

And call your name

And even though you can't answer back

I will keep calling

You have taken all hope from me

And written it on a little gray stone

All my hope

Had been buried along with you

I am waiting for tomorrow