Love, thou hast destroyed my waking spirit

My Every fiber is drunk with your force

My eyes can lust, yet my soul is illicit

The sky before a storm was my loves source

Now the storm has come, nothing matters anymore

I can see, but cannot touch my dearest 

Aphrodite hath ruined my life's course 

Blue eyes became a symbol of pyrrhic. 

I hath fallen in love with a Siren

I know It is not real, but I feel it

Each night I lie awake hoping to be seen

Nothing will come of this passionate fit

Love is not love, there is nothing to gain

Love leaves with love but behind stays pain