The man that I am

Whether the truth be told or lies spread
that I might live for a thousand years
never knowing the feel of your touch

A fate such as this could bring
the strongest man to his knees

Your youthful grace eludes them
your charm always wasted
on those who do not appreciate.

If I am not to taste of your love
in my heart, I shall be a stone
that is carved for thee

Shaped into anything that is not
pure and good I shall dwell
in sorrow for all eternity

The knowledge of your existence
will weigh heavy on my soul
but give me the strength
to fight my way into your heart

Neither man nor beast alive
can stand between your love and I

Knowing full well that I am not
worthy of thee I still must carry on

My quest is surely to follow you
to the ends of the earth and back

Finding only cold loneliness
and sorrow always one step behind you
one port away

Fatigue will not detour me
nor the dark of night stall my journey

For in the end I wish only an audience
with thee to state my true feelings my desires

My lust for you insatiable
I yearn for your touch

I dream of your scent and once again
wish to lay my eyes upon you

Drinking in your beauty
to once more quench my thirst

With all my days left I beseech you
slow your pace so I may catch a glimpse
of your divinity and gaze
upon your beauty to glorify my heart

Send me to my death knowing
I have left my impression on you
and you will remember me for the man I am