The glow of golden is bright,
making cheeks blush red...

Every night that I lye in bed,
one single thought roams through my head...

The game of temptation is seductive,
sweet tastes you begin to desire...

She's the sweetest girl I know,
so sweet it would make you sick...

There are many times I have thought of you,
but I never thought we would ever talk...

Every image creates a thought,
for a moment I will stop...

Whispered to me are words of sorrow,
but not a single one could sooth this pain...

My emotions remain unnoticed,
buried beneath the waves of change...

The wind slices through my hair,
like a knife through butter...

I have been blindly led to paradise,
directed by your trusted guidance...

I'm not sure why I question,
but I know that I'm concerned...

I am tortured by the consistent reminders...
smiles appear that I begin to frown upon so...