The eyes sculpt out your beauty,
The tongue yearns for your sweet.
The ears cry your symphóny.
You are my mind's plead.
The heart beats to your lovely,
The nose could breath you in,
But the skin, you left lonely,
To the soul, a sin.

If I was the sky of stars above,
Would you see me?
Or would I be outshone by moon and sun,
too faded and far away,
or would you even then not lift your gaze from cold ground away

I can't **** this pain,
Not with a knive or pencil,
Not with foul words or soft lips,
Not with caring hands or a fist.

It is the pain of a love
Where once more Cupid missed.

I could cry
My whole life
For you,
But you would not stand
At my funeral
When it only rains.

Though at last,
The years of ice are breaking,
Will I drown in depth down,
Or was I already,
And breath for the first time.

The lips lie,
The hands fight,
And the soul cries
Of a heart denied.
Oh my mind,
Will I survive.

I wish I could tell I love you,
and to be yours alone,
But your hands reached to
your God instead,
and you will never know,
I'm laying crushed and crippled,
rotting under His throne.