Love, very heart of mine,
You ask if I will kiss you,
When you know that I cannot.

My person aches and writhes
At the loss of such affection.
Will you hurt in my answer as I am hurt in your question?

Though in it I see hope of consolation,
For I know I will kiss you again someday,
When our bodies meet and our spirits rest.

But for now, my beating heart,
Oh beautiful and wild thing,
For now, I can only but offer you this:

My soul is reaching out.
It is entangling yours in the realm above,
And it is kissing you with the passion of colliding stars.