I barely know you and yet;
I tell you all the secrets in my head.
It’s not Love, just a reach;
A cry to the moon for what I seek.
Its lust for sure, I miss the touch;
Of strong arms as passion surmount.
I cannot gaze into your eyes;
Nor can I hold your hand.
Yet your voice call to me in your words.
Such nonsense, yet here I am.