His presence was never felt
But it felt like thorns of roses when imagined
His heart was very close to me
But was so hard to touch
The last time I tried touching
He pulled my hand away.
I looked into his eyes
And all I can see is hurt
Deceived I felt
They told me to follow that croked path
But was more than I anticipated
I left Him to mark those markings
Yet still his presence was never felt
My painful pain was alas
Gone forever with those invisible marks
Does when the Heart grows fonder
