Through the narrow black hole to my soul,
there lies the truth behind these eyes.
A perspective that is unique from all the rest,
secure within my sacred chambers.

In each delicate heart of a soul,
the pain and joys are stored away.
Feelings that exist though not spoken of,
remain personal between one's self.

A secret of your own; one nobody knows,
can lead to agony and misery if untold.
Souls that cannot be as they are,
suffer from the torture they endure.

Each soul carries a sacred chamber,
of which they know the absolute truth.
Only the souls who cannot breathe,
hold a heart full of secrets.

My soul is tortured, for my heart is full,
no resolution has appeared to me.
Though I am granted the knowledge,
my life with you could not be.

Attempts have occurred more than once,
and still we have not succeeded.
The pain of this is stored inside,
buried as those are the facts of life.

As the realization slowly seeps into the mind,
my heart will ache in mourning.
The loss of your soul, pairing with mine,
is the pain I will carry with me to my grave.

My love for you will always exist,
though I may not be permitted, to love you as I did .
I will cherish your memories to live on in my heart,
safely kept so they won't perish, in my sacred chambers.