My heart feels like it is stretching and straining to touch him.
I want to tell him all of this feeling; shower him with words while my fingers cannot reach.
Space is not the only distance, and so I bide,
But oh! This heart of mine!
I feel it surging and tossing around in the confines of my rib-cage.
I pray that this captivity is temporary,
And that my passion won't be tamed by this necessary bridle.
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