It's a nightmare
seeing her face to face
My heart tortured by the sight of her
aching to find some release.
I love her...
Can it be as simple as that?
Yet life is too complicated.
Every minute, every hour, every day
She appears as an angel in the flesh
And untouchable sin
Beckoning to me
Yet she doesn't even realize it.
Standing right in front of me
Eyes bright as the sun's corona
Lips that beg to be touched
My heart races at the sight of her
I want to run away
I face this nightmare
This nightmare as beautiful as day.
Only because it is her...
--- January 22,2001