Called Love Poem by Wendell Brown

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.