She is your hated dream and treasured fear,brOblivious

She is your hated dream and treasured fear,

Oblivious. She seeks, and will not find.

Remembering a time when thoughts were clear,

Unaltered by your toying with her mind.

Not love. No soft release, no joyful flame,

Only an ache, which grows from dull to worse.

Helplessly, she murmurs your true name

And wonders if it's blessing or a curse.

Never a moment's peace. She is your thrall

And still, you cannot read her heart at all.