Daily Post Prompt: Unrequited Love, A Poem

What is it in the scent of your skin
That brings to my heart madness?
For I writhe for opportune time
To brush my fingertips across your soul
But no, I must only touch you,
Gently with my eyes
For I could never dare

To own your heart.
Though you know me well,
I am unknown –
And though my heart

Does beat to serve you,
Your friendship is all

I shall ever own.
Your tongue
Your words
And all the contents

Of your breast
Do beseech my heart,

But to love you –
And you alone.
In my darkest hours,
Your existence

Sets my soul at rest
I am bewitched

By all your beauty speaks –
Your words
Your tongue
Your breath
I am but a man

Whose heart I do not own
And all the contents of your breast
Doth crush my heart, yet still complete me.

© Sumyanna 2016

Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: scent

Beautiful image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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