He runs his hands 
Through her hair.
"I love you," he whispers softly.
He tries to comfort her
As she cries out in her sleep,
Turning and rolling
while burning from a nightmare.
The man who can not love,
The man who must hurt.
Oh, the cursed obligation
To be hated by all.

A touch of his finger
Turns into crackling 
Ice, painful and cutting.
A look of his eye,
And bodies freeze like stone.
A breeze from his whispers
And birds drop dead.
Oh, the cursed obligation
To be hated by all.

Look away, 
Avoid his eyes,
And you won't see his tears.
Ignore his touch
And how they tremble with passion.
Brush away his breathe,
And you'll never know he's there.
Run, run, run
As far away as you can. 

His pain you'll never understand.

But,...
I have stayed by his side and
I have felt his touch fully.
They were my daily warmth. 
I have looked into his eyes,
And I've wiped them dry with 
My kisses.
They were my precious jewels.
I have approached his breathe
And swallowed it from its origin.
That was the life to my lungs. 

Oh, the cursed obligation 
To be hated by all...
And I'll never forgive you
For what you've done to him. 
He fits into my jigsaw puzzle,
Never will he in yours.