Loving a mile away,
Was destined in my book.
Having me embrace it,
Or maybe overlook.

I was satisfied with tracing,
The perfectly proportioned delicacy,
From a distance beyond arm's length,
At least I made myself believe I was.

I shouldn't look,
As it is not mine to see.
Will it ever be?
I could bet my last rupee.

Let me explore my lover's skin,
In the depts of my dreams.
Let me feel the intimacy,
In my wonderland at least.

Brushing my hands through the hair.
Connecting my lonely lips with a companion.
Fitting my hand to it's other half.
Fantasies I made my real.

The one I admired,
Might actually be dire.
The fear for the unaware,
Made me beware.

I preferred silenced,
By doubtful thoughts.
Content with what my sight finds,
Not being able to mark it mine.

My ever after might remain this,
Unrequited love I deemed.
Unknown to me possibilities,
Instead I loved from afar.



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