An aura sits, surrounding you
fragile, yet it stays my hand,
I am so near to touching you
Your shadow burns my seeking hand.

I nurse my wounds in solitude,
in silence, hide my shame.
This is my heart you're toying with,
I see it not a game.

You keep yourself, aloof, away,
I know not why you hide,
I would never harm you
I only seek a way inside.

I will never chase you,
nor pursue you as some might,
but offer you my heart and self
and bid you keep them tight.

09/25/2001

Posted on 09/25/2001
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