My muse is fixed for the world to see,
But her wine-stained lips beckon for me.
The touch of my hands would ruin her skin
So I wait for the day when our love can begin
Centuries old, yet has the youth of a goddess
Trapped in a satin red dress that is anything but modest.
Oh, how she could fool for eternity her everlasting charms
I wait until the day when I get to hold her in my arms.
Collectors and museums want to lock her away
Such elegance and grace to be seen on display!
Her frame compliments her dress and her pose
I wait to stand beside the love I chose
The pigment of her skin radiates warmth in every line
Yet her beauty reflects the impermanence of time
Her stillness speaks to me, words behind a blank face
I wait for the day when I’m hers to embrace
My muse is trapped in a world I can’t reach,
Born too far apart, my love is a leech!
Forced to a life of loneliness here.
I wait for the day I shall no longer fear.
She drives me mad, she drives me insane!
Her wine-stained lips, the only thing to numb the pain.
Until the end, I will play this dream-chasing game.
I wait for the day when I finally learn her name.
My blood burns for her, I must seek her now!
The only question left is a question of how…
To see her, I must leave this world behind!
I wait for the day she exists in more than my mind
My muse taunts me from behind an immortal veil
As we grow closer to the end, my will starts to fail.
I call to her as I take my final breath
Only to be greeted by the afterthought of death
