Wanting

Keeping It Simple

How tormenting
to bite My tongue;
smile a hollow smile,
and act as though we're best of friends,
yearning for her all the while.
I pine, I need,
I crave, I mourn,
yet am halfway consoled
by her graceful beauty,
that quiets My restless soul.
I'm damned to see
her halo and
her opalescent wings;
to hear angelic music
from her sweet voice as she sings.
I cannot touch
her heavenly body,
it is far too divine.
Suffice it then
to be the only One
who knows she's Mine.