Don't look at me.
Enveloped in your steady gaze,
drowning, drowning in your eyes
whilst willpower flees, as swift as sand
slips through the fingers of the hand;
crumbling scruples ebb and wane,
exquisite trap; sprung once again...

How I could have loved you.


Don't smile at me.
I cannot tolerate your warmth,
to sense, to feel... your thoughts to touch.
All instinct tells me I am lost,
one soft half-smile... and all is dust.
I cling to morals; play the rules,
if I succeed... I surely lose...

How I could have loved you.


Don't talk to me.
During conversations shared,
is there some message in your eyes?
I search for some unspoken word,
perhaps imagined... never heard.
What would you say, if I revealed
the hidden thoughts my heart conceals...

How I could have loved you.


Don't touch me.
l can withstand your word and gaze
if I am brave; if I am strong.
But, your caress burns deep within,
I long to touch your velvet skin,
soft, warm and rounded... sweet delight
to taste your lips; to hold you tight...

How I could have loved you.


Don't ignore me.
The glance, smile, word; and touch denied
may break my heart... but not my soul.
But, disregard has no respite...
the chill caress I cannot fight.
Without you, words no longer rhyme,
confused and pointless; lost in time...

How I could have loved you.