Key

yet another poem from me about unreturned love.

Doubts enemy is the sight of your face,
As every word seems of astonishing grace.
For the whole is broken when distance comes
And the battle for the last piece is yet to be won

Blinds sight can’t see the beauty of such a forbidden element
For admired demand can seem more important then truth
When far awe is not sufficient, I often think
Of revealing the passion hiding the bowels of my heart

But even if my heart explodes
It is impossible to open it up
Without the key that you withhold