The keeper of silence hides behind a thousand tears.
My soul is lovelorned.
All in itself, this "love" is devoid of reality.
IUt is rapturous at first sight and freestanding.
The souls cursed from birth to desire the imaginations subject.
This psychosexuality is intense and leaves no room for error.
You have seduced my senses, latched onto my naked soul.
Vindicate me, Free me, Love me.......This is palpable, yet slowly vanishes amongst my imagination.
