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.