I know not love. ....

I know not love,
Love knows not me,
Her maiden,
Desperate and meek.
What is it that I seek?
That love has chosen to forsake her maiden like this?

I'm I too empty to love,
Shaken dry by the tremors of life?
I'm I too subtle,
That the wind in which you ride hardly touches me?

I know not love,
I care not for love.
My heart has grown weary,
Of needs you choose to ignore
My heart has grown cold,
So remember to bring a burning torch,
The day you finally find me
For an icy heart sure can be difficult to thaw