My mind is awake, my senses aware,
I hear her moving, I see her clear.
I smell her scent, it fills the air,
I can taste her lips but do I dare?
She seems to be real but this can’t be so
I must be dreaming, it’s all just a show.
A fake, a fraud, a crippling disease,
It’s love that consumes me, awake or asleep.