in the realm of possibility

 
solemn in my vow to be silent
the utterances of my heart won't be heard
secreted away before the feeling is understood
I won't allow it to come to fruition

a malady of the soul causes me to love too much
my desire peaks and I am awash in lust
grievous error to speak of such things
let the thoughts die a lonely death
thoughts of, I love

I keen and no one sees
the emptiness inside of me
powerful emotions collide with my ferocity

demons of decimation
fascinate my mind
with a love that can never be

I weep for the man I need
searching for a fated soul
it could be me he seeks