Beauty impossible.
That’s what you are to me.
Flaxen hair, soft, sweet lips.
And I wish that I were made of stone,
so that I could not see
what I could not have.
Outside I sit
on the cold steps,
with nothing much to do.
Thinking about you,
I wish you were mine,
to have and to hold,
forever and ever.
Just to take in my arms,
hold you tight.
Kiss your lips,
love you
long into the night.
Beauty impossible.
That’s all you’ll ever be to me.
Smile so sweet
it melts my heart
within my chest.
Makes me feel so good,
I just wish I could tell you
how much I love you.
And no God in the sky
and no Devil in the sea
could do what you do to me.
Bring me to my knees,
make me full of sadness.
Make me cry almost every night
because I know you’ll never
love me the way
I love you.
Yes, bring me to my knees,
every night,
begging of God in heaven
to make you mine.
But in my heart I know
that you’ll never care
for me the way
I care for you,
love me
the way I love you.
Beauty impossible,
is how I see you.
Always and forever
I’ll wish for you
to be happy, to be free.
But if I can’t have you,
I wish for no one to have me.
No, not as long as I know you
are alive,
could I dare to kiss another
girl’s lips,
and whisper into her ear
just how much I love her.
In the shadows is where
I shall stay.
Tears rolling down my cheeks,
my heart pounding fast.
My ears hearing only
the sound of your voice,
my eyes seeing only
images of your face,
smelling only the sweet smell
of the perfume you wear
almost every day.
Beauty impossible.
That’s how you are.
While I myself
am nothing more than
a poet in a beast’s body.
Even I don’t wish to see
my own face in a mirror,
or hear my own voice
when I speak.
Here I sit,
seeing you smile.
And it breaks my heart,
knowing you don’t see my smile
when I look at you.
I just wish that I was
not a beast but a beauty
who could gain your attention
when I speak.
A beauty who could make you laugh
and make you want to cry,
all at the same time.
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