A thousand fair suitors all stab at your heart 
Those poets of movement and jockeys of art 
The high-volume vendors who hustle romance 
Splashing their canvas with color and dance 

The blasters of trumpets, gold banners unfurled 
They offer lush gardens in glistening worlds 
Yes, bearers of torches and carvers of stone 
Who whisper their sonnets and surrender their thrones 

And there in your doorway, no shadow is cast 
No lingering voices, no ghosts from the past 
Just a cluster of walls and a window of pain 
Collecting the heartaches like droplets of rain 

Still I stand before you with palms to the sky 
No gold in my pocket, no thorn in my side 
And all I can offer where words have no place 
Is a body that trembles and this love that awaits