Stolen glances of knowing
something you wish the world
could know. Yet with simple
eye contact, can be expressed
wordlessly.
Through the eyes is a soul of emotion
longing and yearning to
reach out and display,
yet held back in a manner only
obvious
to those who feel the same.
The restrain of the want
to hold hands, as they momentarily
brush on a passing.
Unable to voice the love that so
deeply burns
but having to reserve every
passionate adoration that
stands deserved; based upon circumstance.
A series of moments
guiltily enjoyed and a hearts
greatest desire
ruined, spoiled.
Brief pleasure; like sand falls
fine between the fingers and is lost,
except through the contact of your
eyes and mine, and our love
once upon a time.

I actually wrote this at 3am after watching Becoming Jane... thank you for your comments 






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