Sometimes you look at me,
Your eyes aglow with desire.
In my heart I'm burning,
With the sweetest, fiercest fire.
Often I wonder what it would be like,
To lie within your arms,
To have you gently kiss me,
And give me all your charms.
Yet you know you cannot love me,
As lovers often do....
Thus only in my fantasies,
Do I make love to you.
There is something more in this love,
Then others share, I know...
The pain of never having,
What we'll never know.
Lesa MRK
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/something-more/
