You wear her memory like a shroud and I cannot compete with a memory of perfection.

I am in your bed, but not really there,
I am at your side, but you don't care.
When we make love, you close your eyes,
Then I become her in disguise.
You nuzzle my breasts and suck on pink tips,
Then it's my body within your need slips.
You wear her memory like a shroud,
When you find sweet release, it is her name you moan out loud.
Then you open your eyes, all dazed and confused,
Once again she becomes the winner and once again I lose.
Can you feel me?, do you realize that I am there?
It breakes my heart, knowing that you don't care!
To you, she floats on gossamer wings, while I walk on the ground,
But I am the hidden treasure, you haven't found.
I just can't compete, you are blinded by her light,
She and she alone will always be perfection in your sight.
So to save my pride, I will bid you fond adieu,
For you will never see or feel me, I will never get through