Answer

There's a growing uneasiness inside of me
                        since you asked me that midnight question
                        My mind is overwhelmed with reasons and logic
                        to convey my explanation

                        I thought of using metaphors
                        of dances and scales and rain
                        But no analogy exists in prose
                        to describe my continuous pain

                        The more she gives and turns to you
                        the less we are are to be
                        It isn't selfish or envious greed
                        and it's far from jealousy

                        It's a powerful pull upon your will
                        that causes you to go blind
                        To the constant love I've pledged to you
                        the hope you thought you would never find

                        Her words contrite and soothing for you
                        deafen you to my sighs
                        And though you know and feel my fears
                        You stare straight ahead and drive

                        My own clarity comes to me at last
                        my love for him is in vain
                        Because the honest reason
                        why it bothers me so
                        is she takes my hope of us away...

                        But the desert so thirsty
                        and parched of true faith
                        cannot survive without rain