My love, my life, my blood.
What beauty you hold for me.
You have comforted me always,
Despite what people have done to you.
You are created not by hands or hearts,
Not by the words of love sick poets,
Or by musicians torn apart.
But now my love, you are dulled.
What has happened to me?
I can't hear your inner meaning,
And all your words are untrue.
Now, my love, it's silence that has replaced you.
I don't know how it has come to be.
Although the silence burns me,
It's better then what you have lost in meaning.