Like the silk

 The coldness that passes through my fingers, 

like the silk, that caresses the skin. 

It's your gaze of multiple complexion 

that burns and cools me deep.

The casting of your shadow
that I never cease to seek;

The torture.
 My torment, 

The love I'll never give.

A cold heart  that desires to be loved
The irony of the Century,
When finds out that love for it is forbidden.

The coldness that passes through my fingers,
 if anyone could see,
 the beauty of this "suffering"
 that is within me.