Wanting each other,
But never to have,
To covet each other,
But walk seperate paths.
To love, but not love,
A union forbidden,
To fear the inevitable,
Passions are hidden.
We kiss and we touch,
But never make love,
Afraid if we do,
We won't give it up.
Afraid of the agony
Of a broken heart,
Knowing that soon
Our ways must part,
You to live your life,
And me to live mine,
Living with memories
While dying inside.
Wish for what could've,
Instead of what is.
Wonder what would've,
What bliss that we missed?
Would life be different?
Of that, I've no doubt!
Wish that we'd only
Had a chance to find out.
(c) Teresa J. Goodman 10/19/2005
