LOOK BUT DON'T TOUCH

I look towards him,

He returns my glance.

I'm then face to face,

With forbidden romance.



I think about him,

Much more than I should,

But won't tell him that,

For his and my own good.



I like him a lot;

I more than like him.

I'd open myself,

And let him come right in.



But I can't do that,

It isn't allowed.

So I'll have to retrieve,

My head from the clouds.



He'll never be mine,

But what a fine man.

I can't be his lover,

So I'll stay his fan.





2 August 2002