These lips ache as if they have taken
A beating of a painful sort;
And I suppose that they have,
Upon failing to receive yours as a resort.

Sometimes a ghost tickles my side,
When I sit alone in my room;
I feel a familiar warmth and
Smell your intoxicating perfume.

Something is missing,
My lover is not with me;
He is far away
Somewhere out of reach.

They can separate us but
The emotion doesn't trickle away,
Like they hoped it would when
These cruel rules they laid.

Damage us all you want,
We endeavor to remain together for all time;
You won't understand until
You hear the wedding chimes.