Homesick for a heart
that was stolen long ago,
an enemy that continues to thwart
any happiness, no eyes aglow.
I could keep lying, where to start
when a life tries to bestow
a sense of beauty in the art
of love, horrible shadow.
Attempts to keep me apart,
so as never to heal from sorrow
like a fiends old, black heart,
flecks of a dark indigo
but not enough to rechart
the sickly feeling of love in limbo.

Never, never leaving you,
never, never loving you