Whenever I am with her
	and the seconds stretch to hours,
My heart beats for another:
	Tis the lost twin of my lover.
Every newly charted isle
	Isn't worth the seaman's while.
Falling short of expectations,
	His life seeks new destinations.
And the poet with his lines
	Tries to find a better rhyme,
Throwing papers in the fire
	In gloomy evenings he'll retire.
The world wanes unsatisfied
	For though everyone has tried,
The shadow of desire slips away in the night
The grip of passion is loosened and love takes flight
Abandoned nests are left behind,
Lonely fantasies, hearts unkind,
A thousand imperfections, a thousand lies,
As feeling fades and slowly dies.
Until one day embers stirred by a sunburn
Glow anew with the secret possibility
That the soul's epitome has an earthly manifestation
And that maybe, hopefully, she likes me.