Every moment, every ion of time spent,
            Apart.
Is torture to the soul torn in two
           Away;
From it's vital element.

Every lone, Precious ray of light that
          Falls,
Is beauty encased, eternal, fragile and
          Fleeting.

Those eyes, the door to my heart and mind my
         Bane.
Of a beauty so Sincere and Perfect, yet
         Flawed.

A desire and passion so Violent and masochistic it
        Consumes.
A love, all encompassed, Obsessive, Jealous
        But.
Understood.