That Untouchable
Never confessing what just seeing you does to me
Wishing I could touch your heart
I lose myself to fear and fantasy when you come near
You are the love of another
Dreaming of you often in excusable thoughts of innocence
Wishing I could touch your face
You are above me in everything at high distances beyond
And I am the coward hiding away next to you
For you are the eye of God a beauty of completeness pure
Wishing I could touch your spirit
In these torturous waves I breath deeply of your essence
Paralyzed in the perfect desire
Through the passing of days I shall ever love and desire you
Wishing I had touched your heart
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