In shadows cast by the moon's pale light, I wander lost, consumed by night. For her sweet smile, a distant star, Yet here I stand, longing from afar. With tears that fall like autumn rain, Each drop a whisper of my pain. I pathetically cry for her, My heart a song, a silent stir. Oh, winds of fate, why dost thou play? With dreams of love that fade away. Yet still I hope, through every sigh, In the depths of night, I cry for her nigh. A tale of love, both bright and dim, In every heartbeat, I call to him. Though she may never know my name, For her, this heart will ever flame.