Mortal Awe

Such splendor o'er my eyes do I now see,
And yet this burning love I've yet to speak.
With each and every pass my legs go weak.
I long to know what lies above the knee.
This secret that I keep longs to be free.
But without courage I am rather meek.
I dream of locking lips, to touch your cheek,
I lose myself within the fantasy.


This flound'ring love will make my heart infarct.
And yet I'll ever guard it, come what may.
You are the spur unto my fleeting breath.
Forever, in your name, my heart is marked.
I can't withstand this fire one more day.
Alas, I take it with me unto death.