Absurdity

How absurd is to love you With no love in return. How absurd is to ache for you Every single day. How absurd is to write you these verses That I burn. And believe that you still are in awe of Me Anyway. How absurd is to dream About you through the night. How absurd is to wait for your call On the phone. To caress your velvet shoulders so Soft and so light. And absurdly believe that those dreams Are my own. How absurd is to keep In my heart a blazing fire. So that moths in the night are burning there One by one. To try to make another play your role, My desire. And then without reason To be jealous of her undone. How absurd is to love you With no love in return. How absurd is to ache for you Every single day. How absurd is to write you these verses That I burn. And believe that you still are in awe of Me Anyway.