The Scoop
This Pain
By Mimi Herrmann
If we dwelt in a legend where
You were the hero, and I the maid
I know I'd feel not a moment's doubt
That this was real and we'd be together.
But I'd still feel this pain
The little death when we say goodbye
'Arwen vanimeldanya, namarie!'
You can't tell me she didn't weep when he said it.
And yet, though sundered from you
I know as she did that I'd never trade
This pain for anything else in the world.
If I never saw you again it would be worth it.
Are you there or are you ether?
Is this real or is it air?
I close my eyes and I can see you
Feel your fingers in my hair
Twisting, causing me this pain.
I never wonder if you really love me.
We're past that stage of disbelief.
While most of the time you only make me smile
Every once in a while my breath catches.
Are you there or are you ether?
Is this real or is it air?
I close my eyes and I can see you
Feel your fingers in my flesh
Twisting, causing me this pain.
I'll never be rid of it, I know,
Even if I saw you every day.
'Ninui vanimeldanya, namarie!'
I hear it echoing even in my dreams.
And yet, though sundered from you
I know without doubt that I'd never trade
This pain for any joy my life might bring.
If I never see you again it will be worth it.
Are you there or are you ether?
Is this real or is it air?
I close my eyes and I can see you
Feel your fingers in my heart
Twisting, causing me this pain.