The sorrow that no one else care about.

The angels that I see dancing around are breath taking. I see their face and hear their voice, yet I want their soul. The sweet smell that accompanies the fairer gender is divine and strokes the passion in me, but if she has none? What good is a heart if it doesn't skip a beat every now and then? What good are the silk skinned ladies with soft eyes and a warm touch, if I reach for the feelings not the form?