Don'T Come Close Poem by Bob Oldfield

It's already too much for me to bear
To see your smile,
To watch your silken hair flow with the wind
To feel the invisible draw of eyes
Which sparkle, wise and alert
From a soul flowing freely
With the wine of laughter

It's already too much for me to bear
To hear your voice
Above the daily clamour of our lives
To catch the scent of perfumed flesh
Which calls my name from every pore
And tugs incessantly at my heartstrings

It's already too much for me to bear
Please don't come any closer