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.