You

My Love, I cannot speak enough of you, though you are never mine.

Uncertainty that I seek

All at once do I still peek

Love, a star within my reach

Glance back I wont though I preach

Bliss it seems that engulfs most

Tyranny, that which holds the post

Rage, a Stench, the darkened sweat

Betrayal, the quest, an unpaid debt.

In your angelic eyes, relieving gaze

Smile that rings a bell in the maze

Loss so old, in just a daze

Write I must, for you my Muse.