If only....

 

I have not met you nor heard your voice

between us there lies so much space

Fear tingles in the sinews of my being

a longing has turned into a yearning

I am wholly consumed by who you are

and who you may be, alone or not free

There will be no fulfilment of this fantasy

but whilst it lasted I tasted of love

bitter and beautiful for only to regret

that we never actully met