Wrong was I...

Wrong was I to make you my life,
Wrong was I to make you my God.
Wrong was I to worship you with such love and devotion,
Wrong was I to keep this insane relation.

Many a person pass me by,
Enquiring who's the one in your eye.
I silently say the keeper of my heart is none other,
The one that showed me that I require no other.

Many a day I spend but in wonder and enquire,
How long before we both burn in this fire?
Soon fingers will point to me,
And they will whisper that flirt do you see?

Wrong was I to make you my life,
Wrong was I to make you my God.
Wrong was I to worship you with such love and devotion,
Wrong was I to keep this insane relation.

Neither did I ask for you love,
Nor did I ask anything from the heaven above.
But what you showered me with I cannot repay,
In your debt I forever stay.

True it may be that even if I die,
The love I have for you will never wither nor in absence cry.
For true love is found only once,
To be treasured and nurtured - not left to chance.

Wrong was I to make you my life,
Wrong was I to make you my God.
Wrong was I to worship you with such love and devotion,
Wrong was I to keep this insane relation.

Every day for which I stumble,
It's with a new sigh as life beneath begins to crumble.
Why did I regard you so highly upon a platform placed above the rest?
And yet to life's falseness I remain oppressed.

Why within smoldering bushes lay confusion?
As agony climbs but in blindfold resurrects another delusion.
In life I felt you would be the knight I dream of on a quiet night,
But what life have I now when every step drags a new fight?

Wrong was I to make you my life,
Wrong was I to make you my God.
Wrong was I to worship you with such love and devotion,
Wrong was I to keep this insane relation.

Though I cherish you and love you more than the distance this universe can cover,
I fear it may make enemies of two lovers.
Though I may hold within my heart you as true as a nightingale in full song,
I fear that we may soon bid farewell and all will turn wrong.