Of my mind, to stay, in love

You ask me to stay.

I cannot stay.

Your hand, it touches my arm,

and it grabs at my heart,

and it tears at my mind.

I cannot stay.

Your lips, they whisper to my ear,

and call to my pain,

and kiss my cheek.

You ask me to stay.

I cannot stay.

Why not?

Every time that I awake and

see your full-of-beauty nymph-like face,

I’m reminded of the bitter truth that

I do not believe in nymphs.

Nymphs are the Mind’s creation,

teasing the Eyes with a presence so pure…

You ask me to stay.

I cannot stay.

You are my love, my only sight

my only strength, you are my Light.

but once again I arrive at the same conclusion:

I cannot see,

I cannot hold,

I cannot shine,

I cannot stay.

You are my love, but how could I ever believe

in you, in love,

if the only love I knew was

a nymph?