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There is a fantasy with eyes that burn as dark as coal

A dream made flesh...forged of sorrow, tempered in fire  

Pain and fury rage in this tragic angels soul

and for the first time in my life, I am frightened of my own desire



I've known shallow love as flimsy as a spider's webs

And felt emptiness where love should have been

I've seen loneliness as the strength of my friendship ebbs

And felt betrayed by the secret of my private sin



I wonder at the longing I feel

confused by this yearning so unlike me

For this creature...real...yet so unreal

For this rumored promise yet to be.



Am I an angel falling?

Is this true love, this shame?

Is the fault on the one whose name I'm silently calling?

Or am I the one to blame?



I see others love with no remorse

I despise them yet envy them in ways I cannot say

Indulging myself in miserable discourse

in an effort to stay sane just one more day



Love for me is a curse of fate

Through it comes no joy, no bliss, no romantic revel

While I lay sleepless in my bed there is only lust and hate

For the one to whom I gave my Heart...my untouchable angel...My unreachable Devil.