Don't look at me.
Enveloped in your steady gaze, drowning, drowning in your eyes
whilst willpower flees as swift as sand slips through the fingers of the hand;
crumbling scruples ebb and wane, exquisite trap; sprung once again...

Don't smile at me.
I cannot tolerate your warmth; to sense, to feel... your thoughts to touch.
All instinct tells me I am lost; one soft half-smile... and all is dust.
I cling to morals; play the rules, if I succeed I surely lose...

How I could have loved you.

Don't talk to me.
During conversations shared, is there some message in your eyes?
I search for some unspoken word, perhaps imagined... never heard.
What would you say if I reveal the hidden thoughts my heart conceals?...

How I could have loved you.

Don't touch me.
l can withstand your word and gaze if I am brave; if I am strong.
But, your caress burns deep within, I long to touch your velvet skin,
soft, warm and rounded... sweet delight to taste your lips; to hold you tight...

How I could have loved you.

Don't ignore me.
The glance, smile, word; and touch denied may break my heart... but not my soul.
But, disregard has no respite... the chill caress I cannot fight.
Without you, words no longer rhyme, confused and pointless; lost in time...

How I could have loved you.