 | You are a barren and heartless soul,
And your cruel eyes fool me.
Could it be that your beautiful skin of cream,
And your hair of a raven kind of dark,
Are but jesters in the game you play with me?
Needless to say, you deny my unselfish love.
Yes, my darling boy, you are truly something great.
But that great may as well be thrown in the flames of hell.
The cherry lips planted on your lovely face are but a sin.
And as I dream to purge my sin, I cannot touch your lips,
Unless the true and good angels of Heaven would allow me to.
When that day comes, would you reach into my cold heart?
So you tell people these irreverent words, yet I love thee.
And I do not want to count the ways,
For the only numbers that could ever count the ways I love you are the numbers of the stars.
And I will sit night after night, counting the stars of my love for you.
You don’t have to love me back; it is only a figment of my own heart.
tasy can kill a soul.
Oh dear, my dear, dear young man, I have never fallen like I have with you,
And as I speak these words as if they were dust in a storm,
I fall back into an illusion of the heart.
Yes, it may be killing me, but really, I am good.
For if I have love, any love, that is good enough for me.
Would you take a waltz with me in my dream tonight?
The windows of my adoration are open to you anytime,
But you don’t have to jump in them.
This obsession with you, a seraph, oh it may be hurting me greatly,
But love, I will hurt anytime for you.
You do not know me, oh; you don’t have to know me.
All I have to know is that I love you.
Written by Daria Blue
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