You no longer see me, is my face not as it used to be?
Has my body that has changed, added to us growing estranged?

I yearn for your touch, the reverence of your love.
Building fire in my veins, causing short-circuits in my brain.

Not the cold distant lover, this man that dreams of another.
Is it my mind playing guiles? Wishing that’s the reason for my trials.

Is it beauty that you seek? I offer beauty yet only skin deep.
I cannot give you much, apart from my undying love.

Shall I change my looks? Be someone else to get you hooked?
Will you want me more? Displayed as a porcelain *****?

Rejection breeds desperation, with it my infatuation.
I am dying in frustration and your eyes hold my damnation.