Tormented

Oh how my soul longs for you who is not real save only in my mind.

At night you come to me in my dreams and we are together until
the morning sun tears you from my embrace.

What a cruel tormentor the mind can be for it knows the desires
of the heart and the yearnings of the soul.

With such knowledge my mind teases and taunts me, there is no
rest.

At night I see you and hear you and feel your touch but it is your
soul I desire most for it intertwines perfectly with mine.

You are everything I've always desired yet I fear you will never exist.

My dreams become painful memories which never were.