Fever clouds my muddled mind,
I toss and turn, but cannot find
The cure for this, my ailment cruel,
And you, my love, are but it's fuel.

Your absence in my heart does ring,
And sweet release you will not bring.
For though we live in different worlds,
I crave you, and your love's sweet pearls.

The time we have together spent
Does naught but leave my heart in rents,
And though I know you mean no harm,
My happiness is in your arms.

The thought that we will never be
Serves only as torment to me;
And while I crave your passion sweet,
You'll only knock me off my feet.

The love I have for you is dead
Before it can hold up it's head;
And all we've shared will come to naught,
Yet still, I am in your web caught.