Reflected Needs Untouched....

Lady fair...my fairmaiden I picture you in your bedchamber facing your vanity contemplating the sad beauty,of raven locks glinting emerald eyes,which cry only within',as no tears are to be seen on your self reflection The knowing of your one true love ....uncertainty is his return as you slowly brush out ebony curls trying to smile in anticipation thoughts as a deep well overflow and flood your emotion filled heart Fingers wrapped in spiraling forms you begin to tug in pouty frustration longing to be touched,to be desired as your wanting fantasy screams within' the confines of your mind within' the self being reflected back ....only seen by you,only known to you If only I could,my mind transcend defy the universal law,and rip apart the fabric of space which veils as a seperator disallowing a moments grace filled wonder of your loving touch to soothe eachothers burning will but...alas,my lady fair fore we must wait time takes care of eveything in due time......