She�s my muse & what�s left of passion.
Actually, I know now I feel nothing for her.
I loved her so deeply when this story had begun,
But now that love is a shallow blur.

I obsess about her face & eyes
And tell everyone I�m deeply hurt.
But everything I say is lies,
As her beauty to me has dissolved to dirt.

Now what should I do,
That denial has been accepted?
I�m just a sad-loving fool
Who�s heart is no longer connected.