My heart burns when I see you,
But are you blind? Can you see?
Or do you tease on purpose?

Your presence is a cool breeze
That sends shivers up my spine.
Your presence is a jacket,
That hugs me when cold.

Do you realize what you're doing?
All the emotions you are pushing,
Crushing into my poor heart?

Your words are like candy,
Yet they are bittersweet.
Can you understand at all,
What you are saying?

Your touch is as an angel's,
Soft and gentle, I trust.
You touch, blind man,
No open eyes to truly see.

Will you finally realize ever,
That I love you, blind one...
Or is this all a pretense,
You can really see all,
And I am the blind one...
I want to know the truth.

Do you torture on purpose,
Do you want me, like I want you?