Of all fantasies, I chose you to be my every night dream.
Though I know you lie, my love swears that you're made of truth.
These two loves of you I have; of comfort and of despair,
Will win me soon to hell, my bittersweet abode.
A song from your voice, deeply corrupts my saint to be a devil.
Persuade your love not my heart to this beautiful crime!
For when I fall, I commit with all of me.
A lover I swore, a lover I'll prove.
If I can't love you near, I'll love you from the end of the line.
For I need only a sight of you, and my heart is full.
Though you may rise and run away,
The ache of loving you, still remains my truth.
If you be the mark I get, I'll make sure to get my whole body scarred with you.
© eberehh