Impossible to touch and out of my reach,
Unwritten codes which warn to not breach
These laws of conduct; someone else's possession,
All their own in a mistrusted lesson;
Undeserving through many an eye. Thy quietly fear
With one life to lead, chances of kissing you disappear,
Even though you stand less than a breath away,
Honourable be; shall I leave in friendly play?
Or pursue with mother wolfs stare, a deer's kind face;
Hunting for her poor cubs in winter's bitter embrace.
Love of her young ones, her tired weary limbs drive,
Gluttony's ravenous kiss and her hungry prize.
Pushes this force to conquer starving lusts sneer,
The same power I'll use, to stalk you, my dear.