For Love

The woman I love is torn between another and me.
I know she loves me; I see it in her eyes and hear it in her voice.
But still she is torn.
I love her and I know deep in my heart that there is no one else but her
for me to spend my life with.
But still she is not mine.
I am used to getting everything that I want without a fight.
But for her I would face the devil himself.
I will not give up until I hear her say, "I love you Raoul." and she
returns my love completely.

Dedicated to all Raoul lovers.
I may not have your devotion to him but you help keep the story alive and
for that I thank you.