There is a battle fought relentless in my heart
a longing for a companion one to call my love
fighting the truth that ones world would be torn apart
the problem is one of luck , or the lack thereof
any thighs that part for more than just pleasure
such as for my heart, my only real treasure
she would surely end her plight in tears
and take flight away from these treacherous affairs
my burden is to hold none too close
for too much of my love is a poison of a lethal dose