O' how bittersweet it is,
To see you, O' Dominic.
To feel the ecstasy of you,
Yet the bitter bile of the
Knowledge that we shall never meet.
I can hope beyond all the stars,
That our paths cross.
I lay awake at night imagining,
You as a shadow in my room,
A shade!
I think upon your lips,
So sweet to the touch
Of my own,
So bitter to know,
I shall never taste them!
Oh, bitter sweet dreams haunt me,
A phantom of my heart.
So are my dreams of you. |