Forlorn and alone in my bed I lie
Though not truly alone am I
I feel a warm hand at my side
A hand I know is not mine
When I turn I see him laying there
His feelings of love in his stare
He senses my unease
Keeps trying to comfort me
He has always known my displeasures
Nothing is hidden from his piercing gaze
He truly is mine
But why does my heart still yearn
I can feel it each day
The stabbing pain of wanting another
I know he is mine
I am truly his
But why must I contend with this love that will never become fruitful
I love him truly
But my heart still calls out for another
Foe of my happiness
Theif of my sanity
My unrequited lover
