I close my eyes each night and think only of
I open my eyes each day and dream only of
I long for her love which I can never know,
For my mind is imperfect.
I yearn to see her as she is beloved light.
I become weak at the tempting sound of her
I ache for her love which I shall never know,
For my soul is imperfect.
I live life and suffer every minute without her.
I feel i have wasted every second without her.
I die for her love which I must never know,
For my life is imperfect.
I speak to my mind and will it forget her.
I fight my body and force it ignore her.
I pray for her love which I want only to know,
For her I must be perfect.