Oh, what sweet delicious torture
to adore you from afar.
To imagine that I am close,
too close maybe,
that I may feel the rejection that I dread and fear beyond all else.
My heart, it radiates love for you,
Fills my veins with that most delicious tingling sensation,
Fills every millimetre of my soul,
The soul that exists only for you it seems.
Oh, to imagine that you feel this too.
The sweet delicious torture of forbidden adoration.
The fear of rejection you feel,
that you dread will fracture your soul into a thousand pieces.
A puzzle that the love of only one may piece together once more.
Oh such sweet delicious torture.
