Imagined Bloom

if I whispered in your ear the truth of
What you make me feel, would your eyes find mine?

Would my gaze betray the fear I feel of
Never holding you close and knowing your heart?

Could you rest in my arms or would you run?
Showing me the fool that I fear I am.

Your lips make me tremble but I cannot speak
The depth to which my soul longs to know yours.

Your skin makes me melt yet I cannot touch;
Knowing it will not last for I must awake.

- Jeffrey A. McMorrough

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