If I were that greater man,
The one to rise and hold your hand.
The one to be with day and night,
For you the angel shining bright.
To be that man and be content,
But locked down, shut out, I resent,
That not that man I strive to be
A different creature hideth me.
And in a soul, with mind is torn,
Where all my thoughts are strewn in storm.
And desires lead me to no end,
Within my mind now, stretched and bend.
Make a move, made several more,
Yet senses deceive, make my heart pour.
And pure of skin and pure of light,
You're that someone, my love's delight.
But you the one I crave the most,
The one trapped in my mind so close,
Are one or other in a crowd,
And screams for you, yet not aloud.
Yet screams fall deaf on the ears of none,
For are you real or has dream begun.
And are you what my heart adores,
The unsung beauty, the unsigned clause.
What if I were to whisk away,
And take you off to some far-flung bay.
Then lay with you on fine warm sand,
And be the one to hold your hand.
