Apart

Such epic work that you deserve
Is well beyond my reach.
Yet try, I must, ignoble verse
And to you so beseech.

My mind is ruled by dreams of you
Oneiros grants such sight.
You, soft and warm beneath my touch
New pleasure every night.

Yet agony to greet the sun
To leave the bed we share.
The col truth of reality
It pains me so to bear.

That mine you're not and I not yours
Apart, destined to be.
Your heart belongs to other men,
And mine? No longer free.