Martyr Blue Eyes

One man didn't regret anything...

His soul is sick, deep sky blue eyes see only her image.

And thoughts are far away, his dream imprisoned in a cage.

The source of his troubles and regrets's her silence,

She is his torturer who adores creating violence.

The world seems empty when his hand can't touch her skin.

What day is it today? No matter, because it's similar to twin.

He's still in waiting for the darkness day by day,

The only thing he can do is to pray.

He is so nice, but hardly understands

His smile breaks thousand hearts, it's changed into sand.

The eyes burn passion, a magnet is his lips, 

Give up! He's not for you, your feeling's in eclipse.

He's kind and gentle. The many're mad about him.

But real fire in his eyes burns only on her whim.

Don't stand in line, don't wait for single chance.

Your attempt's weak, he will not cast a glance. 

And even if a needle will pierce his loving heart,

He'll endure the pain, he won't fall apart. 

And even if she'll stab in his back deep enough,

He'll look at her fondly and say, "You're my love"...