Desire of the Pains of Love

looking deep into her face for minutes at a time one finger in her hair more pleasent than the chime I've long dreamed of her touch dreams to caress her mind holding her close to heart and we'll together bind so close she is to me I reach and touch her lip gently with my finger though lusting for her hips and either I should kiss as either would be bliss as my hands draw on her and we end so breathless I see her hand in mine I'd know it without sight warming and soft to feel I'd hold it all my nights I wished to delve her mind I wished to know that girl let her sorrow be gone unto me I shall feel never distort the air nor show signs of concern if I hold her to me little to be discerned but that's not who I am to see through rosey shades be draped in silken cloth that's not how I was made I see what could calm me her sinuous body lovely before all eyes teasing me wantonly see the unloved lover so wretched to behold I'll keep my eyes above yet my heart remains cold