Forbidden

my love can strive for you, yet you cannot know.

My little piece to save from hell, Granted to watch over,not to love
such a smile she carries across her face makes it hard to stop.
The bounce in her step,the smell of her hair,
she must not know I am here.
Just look, take a glimpse of how she touches with such care,
oh how I wish her body mine, to hold to love.
She must not see me, for i may only watch, stay out of view from her.
Yet look upon those shivering lips, and skin stained ever so porcelin.
Her voice angelic to the world I've once seen. I can watch but not be heard.
I write about her face so young, and her eyes so laughing, saying it to something that I know I can.
She found my words, and saw right through me, a love forbidden.
As the cover of stars are pulled over the sun, I come close to her sweet breath.
I whisper, "Don't fear, your gaurdian dear, I watch you every night,
I too can dream, of you it's true, so sleep my little piece, sleep."

Reviews

[Eric]

Nice little piece -- full of all the longing and desire necessary for good poetry.

Keep writing. Keep posting.

Eric