Envy of the Heart

It's times like these I wish to cry
Yet all my tears are worn
I feel the downside of my plan
Right now, my thoughts are torn

The plan is to withdraw myself
So I need not feel pain
Though I feel, as I'm doing this
My heart is under strain

Amazing, how just 8 mere words
Can set two souls alight
Alight, not with great passion
But with the need to fight

"Do you want to go out with me?"
Those 8 mere words, in vain
When tossed around so carelessly
Can cause some undue pain

And although I deserve no less
For toying with one's heart
To think of love that's frayed and bruised
Just rips my soul apart

Oh, please believe that if I could
I'd turn your world around
If ever you should need me
To you I'm always bound

I love you; yeah it's plain as that
Yet not small, as it seems
I love you, though I know I can't
So maybe in my dreams

For there I'll see you, there you'll be
All for me to adore
If I could be with you this way
I'd sleep forever more

© Rosy White 2005