Untouched Love
I admire her from a distance.
As you would a piece of art.
Afraid to say things that I feel.
To touch .Or show my heart.
My body is a vessel. With a heart of stone within.
I fear for all to see it. Or to use it once again.
I wore it on my shoulder . For all the world to see.
It seems I gave it freely . And it got the best of me.
If my life could be started over.
I would pick a different time.
One where I would'nt know her.
Or ever have her own my mind.
If now I was struck with blindness.
If I could never see again.
Her face would never leave me.
Her love always within.
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