that would kill our relationship if
I were to tell,
or at least leave an awkward residue;
in my mind, I see what we have
I value so much
to where I'd sell all I own,
forfeit all that I will get,
for one kiss
for one touch.
I see when you look at me
the eyes you wee me through
I see it is not the same
as the eyes from which I see you.