To you I may seem a mindless fool
Just another useless tool.
Just a means to reach an end,
You would pretend to be my friend.
Yet through your lies and deceit,
You are actually incomplete;
The perfect mate is what you require,
To quell in your heart that burning desire.
If that fire I can quench for you,
A light into your life I will imbue.
No longer will I be just a tool,
No longer will you be cruel;
If only you would dare,
Then our lives we could share.