When you see them,
Your eyes sparkle.
You whisper a soft hymn
And can't help but to marvel.
They're in your line of vision,
In arms reach.
But something has created a division,
And your desire is no longer discreet.
Your lust isn't trainable,
So the hunt begins.
Your pain for them is inescapable.
The Devil always wins.
Your blood is at a boil.
Sweat races down your face.
Your patience will soon spoil.
Your wishes will be the base,
Of your personal scandal.
Everything is lost,
Including your handle.
Your love will be crossed.
Your following fills in the gap,
But isn't soothing enough.
Your sweet words will make the perfect trap.
You'll make the escape tough.
Watch their every move,
But don't let them see.
They would never approve.
You're sailing the dead sea,
With no shipmate.
You prey on their every thought,
Even when you lose track of the date.
You want to never be caught.
You wait for the day to be hand in hand,
But they can't see the same future.
Your secret efforts will expand,
Even if this creates a recipe for their torture.
