Rustic ( the valisainte)

These days of longing have surpassed
my over grown desire
if i had another thought
it would turn to you
i have a fire in my heart
and it grows with the passing days
pleasure turned to sadness and despair
what for i, to lean on tended love
to me its not just hollow lust
sometimes i may walk upon the fire
just to feed the flame, just to feed the flame
nights turn into days, and days to nights
hallowed fears belong to honours turn
to fight the inner war, and turns to hand
i call to you rather than fear my mind