Poem2021-02-28T08:31:17+00:00

Look, But Don't Touch

By: JyShadow X

I spend my hours watching an angel,
looking but never touching.
Her beauty captivates me so,
her eyes filled with my hopes and dreams,
her lips a precious treasure
with unparalleled sweetness,
a sweetness I'll never know,
because I can look, but I cannot touch.
I spend days admiring her features--
features to make
the most magnificent goddesses
cry bitter tears of jealousy.
Her eyes, her nose, her mouth,
her cheeks, her ears--
such beauty, such radiance,
perfection finally has a name.
Do wishes come true?
I wish to touch her, to hold her--
but I can only look, I cannot touch.
A sign of affection,
to show her my limitless love--
how can I love without touching?
Care without feeling?
Greed in my heart
to touch the one I love,
greed in my heart
for the one at whom I can look,
but cannot touch.
I spend years looking,
loving this heavenly woman.
Her appearance
is permanently imprinted in my mind--
I've seen her through times of joy,
of despair, of triumph, and of worry,
and even in her last years
of blessing the world with her splendors.
I prayed and hoped to touch her--
my one true love.
It is all too late now, though.
As the hours, days, and years are spent
looking through vivid memories of her,
reliving her smiles and laughs,
I also relive the memory
of never feeling the softness of her skin,
experiencing the sensations of her kiss,
and most importantly,
never letting her know
my true feelings for her.
I must relive it every day--
looking, but never touching.