Under the dawn, I sit in my boat,
Whatever I see, I think of you.
Amidst the cold mist, I clutch my coat.
Whenever I sleep, I dream of you.

Is it fate that made us meet?
Were all your words just a hoax?
It's a lie that I would cheat.
From my mouth then they were jokes.

All I have now is silence.
Even a whisper would sting.
To me, your words are violent.
More painful than losing the ring.

In this silence, I lack love,
I need care, not staring eyes.
I dream of a lovely dove.
I can only hope it's nigh.