There you are, and yet
here I am.
There you are, in your grace,
in your beauty.
There you are.

Just out of reach.

It torments me to know,
that "though we might be far apart,
it matters not as to the affairs,
of that of the heart."

I miss the touch of our skin,
as we tenderly held hands,
how we used to stand against,
the tyranny of demands.

Ah such a gentle flower,
with such a ***** to the side,
I love how it was you,
that I could always confide.

You are my heart,
that beats inside this chest,
you are the one,
you are the best.

You have your smile,
that puts me at ease.
You have a way of puttin' me in my place,
you even have me begging, please.

So please my girl,
my precious one,
my friend,
my love,
won't you let me know what you can teach?

Only if,
you weren't so out of reach.