I can feel the silkiness of her flowing hair
Wisps that tickles brushing my face

I can smell the fragrance her flesh fills the air
A tonic when inhaled, consumed by a potions grace

These words that escape the thought in me
Recites in verse, a song for her to hear
The aching feeling where a love hides in fear
To stumble and fall like a new born deer

I can taste the want, that a love could fill
It’s the impossible touch, the mind lives to thrill

Where temptation pulls on the strings of the heart
The weight of sorrow, to heavy for any angels wings
With all their sonnets swooning for a love that sings
A song, the lyrics, where loneliness still rings

I can hear the same angels crying as I grieve
For I will never love, love

I can see, that this, is all, make-believe
Wonder, if it’s worth speaking of

Ax