Lace falls softly 'round my tear-stained face,
Obscuring eyes that search the shadows.
A fleeting glimpse, a sigh in the gentle breeze of sleeping-
Together fan the flames of hope.
A kiss upon my cheek, a rustle in the curtains-
So, too, cause the fire to jump.
My love will never die,
As long as hope burns in my soul.
The Veil ebbs...