You cannot touch me
From where you stand,
Yet you cause my hands
To tremble…
I am but a faint vision
To your eyes at this
Distance, yet I feel
Their warm embrace.
You can do no harm to me
From where you stand, yet
The damage and harm is
Already done...
I seek a hiding place from
You, yet there is no place to
Go for I cannot hide from my
Own soul.
Maybe if I close my eyes
My mind might be rid of you,
Yet your vision has become
My minds only thought.
And even though there are
No visible shackles to see,
I have become a prisoner
Of my own thoughts...
In a place where there
Are no bars to keep me
Locked in, yet I am held
Captive by a sweet jailer,
And her name is love.
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