In his eyes I see despair, I try to comfort him; but nothings there.
Should I plead and stay for more, causing sweet release as I beg for more.
I crave his touch so sweet and tender, as I seem to become a unwelcome contender.
I seek his face as he turns away, not wanting to hear my words to sway.
The time we shared is so special to me, all the time aching inside for what might be.
I shed a tear for the temporal loss, as he clearly shows me love's cruel toss.
You roll the dice and play the game, surrender your emotions that make you lame.
In this game of give and take, I've lost the will to taste my cake.
I feel so cold since you have gone, hoping against hope to not be alone.
Lora
