הקטע הבא נכתב בהשראתו של כותב המחזות וויליאם שייקספיר

"Oh that she knew she were..." (William Shakespeare)

She doesn't know.
Doesn't know the pain of gazing at her day after day.
Doesn't know the suffering that fills my heart.

Her voice that skips on my ears slowly like drops of rain
'till it's gone.
Her smell that's carried even to the end of the world
towards my nose.

Her eyes that stare straight into mine, fixed on the very
essence of my soul
And mine so fixed onto hers - never to look away.
Her face that shines with such a light that cannot, will not
be turned off.

Oh and her figure, that perfect body that awakens parts in
mine I knew not existed,
burning in that great big fire that burns on and on and will
not be extinguished.

It is the fire of passion, ay the fire of love that is so
known and respected and yet so unfamiliar to me, in its
force that weakens even my strongest walls.

That fire, that will not burn out brings amounts of pain I
had never known before.
The absence of sleep, the wonder of thought and the
knowledge that this pain,
worse than death, will not end.
It is eternal as the sun and the stars in the sky,
So my love will remain - a forbidden feeling.

So ironic that when I finally do feel those strong,
overpowering emotions
it would be for her.

The one person in this world I am not allowed to be with is
the one I can't live without.

Oh cruel destiny, you that brought this love to me, knew
that now I can endure it,
now I won't deny it.
I won't refuse to give myself in whole to that oh perfect
goddess, that every feature in her face causes waves of heat
to flow within me, even in the coldest of nights.

Oh love, why is the most intense feeling of all, the
strongest of all
comes with so much pain?

It is life I suppose; the good comes hand in hand with the
bad,
trying not to be overcome,
As I am overcome by my passion for the one I shouldn't feel
it for.