I gripped you tight yet never saw your face
Your heart. A million reasons my heart bleeds.
At last I gazed at you and fell from grace
At your truth. Learning I had been deceived.
Free-will consumes and blazes in your soul
and lovely cold eyes; a self-deception.
Your passion reminds me of my true role.
Renewing feelings viewed as corruption.
Too long we held our desires within
Staring, we ponder our sanity
Because of you my heart is stained with sin
An angel, now drowned in depravity.
Uncertainty will never make hearts lean,
So I must tell you that I love you Dean.