Words from a Tortured Soul's World
"Yours"

Yours is the voice that I long to hear
Whispering "I love you" in my ear
And yours is the flesh I long touch
And yours is the face I see so much
In my nights and days and dreams and thoughts
Your is the lesson to be taught
And I am a student, just now learning
To turn away from my deepest yearning.

Yours are the eyes that pierced through mine
And yours was the heart I held divine
And yours were the words that I thought true
Enough to have placed my faith in you
To have wanted to spend the rest of my days
Wrapped up in your arms, wrapped up in your ways
Yours was the love I wanted forever
But now is the pain of "maybe" or "never".