The cold kiss,
it brings me no such bliss,
This touch oh so cold,
it symbolizes my love,
now forever sold,
this sadness in me reigns from above,
almost an ironic gift,
that i can never lift,
a test that may be more like a curse,
Let me tell you,
for romance this being has a thirst,
that now may never be filled,
that now might just have been killed.
I walk the icy caverns of regret,
She might say i have no need to fret,
I am a Mr. right,
just not for her,
now I suffer in silence
helpless to the occurring blight...