Love exists as a single-born entity,
Residing only within my breast.
I want nothing more than her everlasting,
Yet received nothing but the scraps of her present.
Fearsome aloneness resides,
As I drift into delusion.
I feel her form within my arms,
But hold nothing of substance.
In her company I am but a beast,
Begging attention from my negligent mistress.
My pride is forsaken,
To receive a brief contact.