She does not enter my world
And she is not a part of my life.
She is just a simple stupid girl
Who I took one day as my wife.
She is but a figment of my imagination
And our souls have never met.
She is the endless ocean of my desparation
And the magnitude of my debt.
She is just a wonderful vision I once saw
With eccentric, exciting, impossible eyes.
A woman, if not a girl i could completely adore
As a deserving sexual prize.
But she does not know my route
Or have any sense of my direction.
She is the passive prostitute,
Not offering any tenderness or affection.
True love is not something to be bought
Or barted for in heartless negotiation.
Forgive that she does not know that solitary thought
Which leads to our physical separation.
She is but a silent shadow
And a ghostly apparition in my life.
Who is she? Who is SHE? I do not know.
The woman I love is not my wife.
And yet this is a woman I dearly love
With every element of my being.
But all of this, all of it, it is not enough
To compensate the feeling.
In her I have placed the greatest trust
That a man can render to another.
She is the unwelcome recipient of my lust
But sad though I say it, she is not my lover.
I have no idea now what time it is
Or if darkness will fade into day.
But the yearning for her kindest kiss
Will not go away.
This is my oasis,
The pain I must continue to suffer.
Such an existence as this,
Is there not another?
The moment it seems cannot be found
To bridge the great divide.
Two people are together by duty bound
But they are on the opposite side.
Tears now roll down my cheeks
Is a man allowed no shame to cry?
For days that are longer than calendar weeks,
I will love her till the day I die.
And if these words were never written,
Then she would never know,
So much is unknown, so much is hidden.
If it were not for the glow of the Moon Shadow.