First Love

Woe, unto this heart of men

This mortal soul, I fear is weak

I question God, is this sin?

Bold I was, now humbled and meek

Forsaken by the breath of life

My lungs betray my need to breathe

My heart is pierced by an unseen knife

A foe, my mind cannot perceive

My dreams held captive by enchanted smiles

My hunger, a thing of the past

My sleep now stolen by these wicked trials

A torment, that's unsurpassed

What curse is this that leaves me maim,

And renders my body weak?

Does this demon have a name,

That paints my future bleak?

Alas, this wound will never heal

It festers within a crippled soul

'Tis love that's robbed me of my will

For I no longer have control