Boy:

In the world of love, I'm fed with disgrace.
As I care for who knows I exist not.
I sleep gracefully in her dear embrace,
Then I wake and my heart starts to go rot.

Her beauty shines like the sun across lands.
Making me to wish we lie side by side.
I tell myself it's her but it's my hands,
And mind, working hard till my love is dried.

Her bright smile is enough to change my day,
Her sweet voice of an angel in heaven.
Yearning for her love, I do hope and pray,
For I shall attract what I have craven.

Though she knows not, my love for her is true.
Maybe...