Lord, how I hate myself for not loving you!!!
How can a miserable creature like me
walk on the soil your angelic feet touched??
how gross! How immensely profane and sacrilegious
that I still breathe the air that gorgeous you
I desire with all my heart to scrape
the memory of you
from the walls of my intestines
yet I cannot bring myself to commit
such an unimaginable blasphemy
no, no...not you, you are the blue sky
over the green fields where love grows!
Drunken with the lack of love
I stumble through thorny shrubs on the way to
the castle you live
hoping and doubting, eager yet undecided
like in a malignous nightmare
I endeavour to force my rogue soul
to accept your existance
I try to persuade myself, silly me
how wonderful this global warming could be
were I capable of bringing myself
to embrace you, whisper sweet
little words into the pink shell
of your ear.
How normal and casual it would be,
Should we just make a date
how much we mean to each other!!