You want me to "give you space". If it were mine I'd give you Space and Time, and all the rest, those other dimensions I can only dream of, and dream of sharing all of them with you. Must I be satisfied with just one moment? I looked (ah, once!) so far into your eyes, and saw to depths where I could fall for ever; your look, your touch spoke more to me than words. One point in time, but such a radiant point its light and joy filled all my universe, and now you look away, withhold your touch. So I must learn to ignore, deny my feelings. How to deny what I felt from the start? You ask for space. The space is in my heart.
A blank-verse sonnet, unrhymed except for the final couplet.