what brings me here after all this time passed?
i've given you up, so says my mind,

my heart sings to a different tune,
as you, many a time, have concurred.

but does that make me so unholy?
does that wrack my being with sin?

i feel, i touch, i taste, and smell,
but it's only you, only you.

surely my mind is lying,
as it so often likes to do.

giving up is impossible,
when all i sense is you.