The yearnings a heart makes.
I fully fear the feel of her lace lips,
And yet, I yearn. A fact I have to hide.
Each time I see her my haunted heart rips
Because I can not have her by my side.
I dread most moments that she is near me,
Since I can never really reel her in.
Yet, times we are apart mean misery.
I find there is no way that I can win.
This love means that I'll take what I can get,
Yet, each step closer heightens all my fears.
Afraid that If I'm wrong I'll grip regret
And in my eyes she will soon see my tears.
I hate each second that we are apart
And always fear these feelings in my heart.