A Desirable Sentiment

You are fully committed...resisting my strong feeling; I'm glad to admit a desirable sentiment burns inside...your deep looks attract and charm me as moonlight beams shining under the prettiest stars, but holding you is as impossible as reaching the distant planet Mars... would I ever want this sort of thing? Every place I go you seem to follow me, and that excites me more: to kiss those lips warmer than light, to hold those passionate hands that someone touches at night; isn't jealousy a tormenting feeling consuming me? Oh, beautiful one meant for someone else; the only consolation for me is to whisper words that hide a desirable sentiment I've tried to express in sentimental ways without considering the impossibility.