Hopeless Love

From afar, I watch thine

burnished hair glisten as, 

by the sun,

it is lovingly kissed.

The fine form of your body

is poetry in motion.

I long to caress that

smooth, glistening skin

and hear thy deep voice

break upon my ears.

I dream of having my humble countenance

graced by thine smile.

Oh, to have you take my hand

and pull me into thine arms,

so that I might rest my head

upon thy heart...

Someone jostles past

on their journey,

and, once again, my daydream

shatters like glass...