Waiting

Waiting

Oh Wretched temptress, leave my fragile heart,
riddance to these recurring restless dreams,
where our paths never happened to depart,
awakening to shed tears like swift streams.

If love should ever cross my path again,
will it be just as sweet as you and me,
and cause me such distraught when love is slain;
to sink back down into this woeful sea.

Perhaps, had I not known your bitter touch,
my skies would still be painted as light blue,
and would I be a better man as such;
or sorrowful, for you I never knew.

Separation is not an act of hate,
so till I'm found by love’s embrace I wait.