Yours, But Never Mine

I observe you snicker, I listen you talk,

but each word is out of reach.

I stand so near, however distant absent,

a passing shadow in your day.

You sparkle as well shining for hands like mine,

a removed star I'll never discover.

Still, each night, I dream of you,

in universes where adore might still be genuine.

But morning comes, and so does destiny,

reminding me it's faraway as well late.

So I will adore you quietly,

a short lived wish you'll never see.