My Torment

Oh God she is beautiful like the sun
So bright and cheerful and then some
I want her to love me the way I do her
On this love to my Lord I must confer

My torment awaits me as I gaze into her eyes
It is as difficult as the word implies
A painful awareness of an absence long forgotten
A love so distinguished it stands like a mountain

A powerful awareness is cresting at the top
That things are not what they seem so they stop
I will adhere to a certain and powerful vow
To bring forth love in the darkest of places is how

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