To the one I Love
To love and not beloved by you is there any greater torture under these star I see to night.
Oh how burdened my soul is, afire with your being.
the faintest sense of you fills me with grief, sorrow and regret of a risk not taken.
A gentle touch of your flesh makes me wish to brush my lips against yours with all the passion in my being,
to join with you in a perfect embrace for a perfect moment with perfect love.
For this is my dream, to love and be loved by you,
so tell me to wait or tell me maybe,
but please, please don't tell me no.