Silly little thing, a girl lusting love, She speaks truths I know are lies. Her recitals of songs and of poems - declarations of love to no one - a fool of Her own desires - obsessed with ideas that shall never come true.
Consumed with belief, awaiting for His revelation, an entity as real as Her own eyes that see nothing.
How saddening can it be to yearn physical sensations from a Man, an idea of romance, real only in fathomed mind? Her heaven in life, built by fallacies, will never solidify.