What we've come too

He inspires me.

I can still taste your lips on mine, sweeter then honey better then wine.
The way you touch me so softly makes me leave this world and come out of my mind.
I can still feel the pressure of your face pressed against mine and the scruff of your beard that puts me in a bind.
I love you but i don't dare tell you because i can't cross that line.
The line you set in stone, forever marking you to be alone.
I no longer know what to do or how to control my feelings for you.