With our fingers entwined in
deep embrace
We stare out, away to some
different space
The passion unspent is
heightened here,
But then then there is this
guilt with a tinge of fear
We barely meet eyes,
We rarely speak,
But then our emotion finds
its voice
Within the silence of our
choice.
With her fear laden eyes she
looks at me,
A short smile of subtle
degree
Passes across her lips
And I try to contain the
second that slips,
But then, alas! It is time to part
And our love remains unspent
In our solitary heart.
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