Untainted love unreal,
But thy callous hands,
A refuge to my frayed nerves.

Thou art like the woods near the banks,
Refreshing my soul by the breeze,
That pierces through the blades of leaves to reach for your lover's sake.

Thou art like a disease,
That bonds my soul for eternity,
In lust and damnation

I decided to leave a poem without a particular story or rhyme. I was originally going for a man with a plague, all alone and in pain. But I kept this idea.