Someone’s beautiful almond eyes make my knees go weak, even though I know their tenderness is not for me
I long to caress someone’s ivory fingers, even though they are not for me to hold
I long for the embrace of those sinewy arms, which are not mine to rest in
But still, for some brief moments, those eyes were mine
Those ivory fingers were entwined in mine
I melted in those arms
I held that beautiful face
I lived my entire life in those fleeting moments
