In the shadowed corners of my mind,
Your image lingers, haunting, pure,
A relentless echo, undefined,
Of a longing I cannot obscure.

Each whisper in the midnight air,
Calls your name in silent screams,
A dance of shadows, a lover’s snare,
Binding my soul in restless dreams.

The moonlight weaves a tale of woe,
Of a heart ensnared by phantom chains,
In the realm where obsessions grow,
And only the ache of desire remains.

Yet through the fog, I chase your light,
A moth to flame, forever drawn,
Bound by this obsession’s might,
Until the break of endless dawn.