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...