From Afar

He loved her, from afar,
Admiring the soft beauty
Lusting after the body
Wanting the soul
Dying for a touch.

He watched her, from afar,
Watched her through the seasons
Through the years
As she grew, developed,
Intensified her perfection;

He felt her, from afar,
Felt the pain when she broke
Felt the pride, when she rose
again, her head held high;
Felt the hope for something greater

He wanted to reach out
But never did, feeling his imperfection
Afraid to mar the perfect skin,
The lovely soul.
He stayed alone, never coming closer.

Oh yes, he loved her-
From afar.