Written by: Robert Uy

She comes into view
And my heart launches a tantrum
That bombards my ears.

My knees buckle, 
My strength crumbles 
To nothing but dust
At the smile most gracious
And the sweet, sweet voice
Like a mermaid's song.

If she so much as touches
I might die, 
At the very least, go mad.

I lunge yet cannot reach, 
I reach yet cannot touch, 
I crave yet cannot have.

Spare me the thirst, 
Yet burned is this moment
Forever in my mind.

The purpose most unattainable
Is defined.