By the rising of the Sun,
and the falling of the Moon,
will he be the one,
dare I cast a rune?

Through tribulation I built a wall,
will love ascend again,
or will I simply let it fall,
to be left crying in the rain?

When he thinks of me,
what does he truly see?
Will he even want to try,
to make me the sparkle in his eye?

Will he bring me pleasure,
my new found secret treasure?
Or will he be another measure,
of my failures and my pain?

Our bodies may churn,
whilst our passions burn,
our hearts may yearn,
but the wheel, still, shall turn