The Instance of Never

I could not bear this war between logic and love, But remembering her face once again levitates my mind afloat, Into the heavens my mind gracefully flies like a gleeful little dove, And there I see reality once gain like a vast bottomless moat I can never get across it, For I am not worthy of the maiden that lies protected inside, As her beauty's like a fire that is eternally lit, To end my whole heart forcing it to burn and divide Into despair and sorrow I hesitantly go, Each passing night they both give me the beautiful dreams, Dreams of her fair kind wonderful soul that I know, A soul I can never share a life with, it seems.