Were that I dare touch your hand what might thee offer me?
Were that I dare touch your mind what might I learn from thee?
Were that I dare touch your heart what emotion might thee give me?
Were that I dare touch your soul what might thee sacrifice for me?
Shielding thy self from wounds that might be inflected by my hand
ye hath built a wall that bars me from the radiant reflection of thine
heart. Were that I dare climb that wall would I fall to my demise or would
thee with open arms gather me to thy soul my love?
Pam Thomas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-love-106/
