The eye. I refuse to
Let my feelings run wild.
Your slender hands and
Gleaming face.
Tiny feet and the way you
Sway when you walk...
I refuse to conjure the
Moon. I refuse to
Soak my fantasies in
The blue sky.
I like listening to you.
I like talking to you...
But somehow I refuse
To use the other four
Lettered word for the
Things I adore in you.
Don't know why falling
In love with you feels
Like a crime.
Don't know why I think
Your name would hesitate
To sit beside mine.
I don't know what
Holds me back.
Believe me I've even
Deliberately tried.
My hesitation to answer
The question you're.
The mystery you've become
That I refuse to solve..
Thrusting words to this
Feeling feels like a crime.
Yet you fleet in every
Act of mine.
I refuse to look you in
The eye. I refuse to
Let my feelings run wild.