Searching till I find my princess whose passionate eyes cut right through me
for what is life if love only exists in thy thoughts?
what is romance if it is all fiction?
nothing but a portrait left empty, a passing cloud of hurt
by to meet my love in the flesh is to find my whole heart
your heart breaks through me your love is the key
longing for my hearts door
to what day till I see sunrays shine upon your face
I dream of you the way you look
the beating of love in your heart
your words are like the flowing of a spring, knowing thy love
waits for me until eternity's end
is this poetry or is this love's sickness
engulfing my very being.