Exiled From Love

I lay in wait to make my move,
As the seasons rush on by,
Staying up late with only pain to soothe,
Yet nothing answers why,

For the retch I am admires many,
But will never get close to you,
No matter the gesture or the flattery,
My failure was always due,

For this vessel may bare unimaginable love within,
A vessel no less and not for the better,
When seen only covered in sin,
No chances ever given yet stated in letter,

How much loving you in exile I'm in.