All you who tease me
Never once think to please me,
But maybe that's the problem.
I'm Fatuously romantic,
A rotunda, great hall of emptiness,
Lost hopes and dreams.
That other person beside
My pillow, arms around me,
Give me a reason to sing.
I don't care about "God's will";
I just need someone to touch me,
And be honest and clear.
Let me know your intention,
Innocence fragile bloom.

We're all doomed to attraction,
But what about loneliness attrition?
I don't need your sex.
I just want your wanting to be with me.