In my heart there a is fire burning

I cannot stop it from its raging 

My beloved’s face I see,

 so deeply yearning for his touch. 

Once, twice, thrice, he held me as friend, and I did guard my heart from it; 

distancing the touch from my heart and soul.

Now, I would give so much  away to feel his arms

around me, securing me with love. 

I am forbidden to feel his arms around me,

the touch of his hands entwined in my fingers. 

I am forbidden to feel the the soft tickle of his lips,

kissing me.

So many struggles distance us from one another. 

My beloved is uncertain of his path. 

The sorrow he has known has stunted his growth,

leaving him afraid of the things to pass. 

The ocean stops our steps from mingling together.  

He lives a dreadful 4000 miles from my touch. 

The distance is to great to travel 

to relieve my aching soul.

Even if he only lives a mere 40 miles from me,

our paths may never cross again.

I am waiting for a sign to show me he has changed. 

Will he ever be ready to face the past with forgiveness, and the future with hope? 

In my heart there a is fire burning

I cannot stop it from its raging 

My beloved’s face I see,

so deeply yearning for his touch.