So this is unrequited love?

So close we are
yet here’s no touch,
Anticipating emptiness.
A lie I told once to myself
I cherish, cling to, loathe.

A wish unspoken,
quietly thought,
lest eyes betray its line.
Let me feel your breath again,
Though you do not feel mine.


Your scent entrancing
halts my words,
And I no more can say;
‘but what of love?’, for I know now...

secretly...

silently...

by Lonicera
posted on 04/03/2008