Eternal wound

Cupid's arrow flew
and struck it's mark.
And pierced this heart
with an eternal wound.

I love you in all the ways
that poets sing and die for.

But;

I dare not touch you

No;

I must not touch you

No;

I cannot risk to stain your soul
with the blood of all the pain
this ravaged heart has cried.

I love you in all the ways
that poets sing and die for.

But;

I will never touch you.

Only thus my love for you
remains pure and true.