When Silence Speaks of Love

How do I explain the inexplicable

Why dare think the inconceivable

For one, I ought to be a person, usually, steady

Why is it that I am now seeking such pivotal trouble

Did I not endure enough already

Why is it that I wish to multiply my agony by double

How does one yearn for the deeper essence of another 

When I know it is hedonistic, why do I proceed 

Won't it be my own soul that I smother 

When I continue to pursue this unthinkable deed 

This disposition is driving me completely and utterly insane 

I'm drowning my sorrows in shadows, yet the silence still sings of plight

Oh Lord, You know how hard I have tried, but to no avail

It seems now I have to live with this, my newly founded birthright 

Lonely and confused is my forsaken, tormented soul 

For it is the things that do not exist 

That I long for, and my yearnings left with no console

My world of freedom to love unconditionally, now dismissed

Oh my soul, you do not have to mourn, and please do not weep

For there are much, much worser things that could be

Just whisper prayers to the stars at night, but do not lose any sleep 

I pray that at the end, my mournful soul at least keeps its sanity. 

This too shall pass. Is it not what they say

Oh, how I wish to find your whispers of love before my dying day.