“I think to call it love would be too much.

It’s all a passing phase,” I shrug and say.

But still I smolder at the slightest touch.

I only hope it isn’t true, I pray…

You have the sweetest voice, so soft and kind,

your chocolate eyes are like a world apart.

You set off all the fireworks in my mind,

and longing burns away my youthful heart.

I know that I can never be with you,

and knowing this, I turn and heave a sigh.

I’ll shield myself, pretending it’s not true.

I’ll clench my fist and wait for love to die.

Until it does, your warm delightful smile

will only serve to strengthen my denial.

(Written in 2013)