I enjoy hearing the words that you speak,
even if the softest ones, are never said to me.
I adore to see your smiling face,
every morning, in this same, old place.
I crave to feel, the softness of skin,
the graze of a hand, or even a limb.
*Its an endless entrapment,
and I've yet to find a way,
to escape from here, but have the feelings, stay.