I reach for you, but can never touch you.

i cry for you, but can never be heard.

The hours in the day are so very few

to show how many ways by you I hurt.



Deep down inside, there has been a feeling

it claws at the door, trying to get in.

my burning desire reaching the ceiling.

Only to be extinguished in the end.



What have i done to deserve such torment?

Such torture should only belong in hell.

Oh, how can i escape from this moment?

"oh, then, what graces in my love do dwell?"



There is no eviler angel than Love.

Disguised in a costume of a sweet dove.