"Never Again To Know"

Gazing upon you, I cannot help but wonder

     at this thing I do,

     dwelling on that precious touch

And how far away is that pleasure.

I am told by those who live to teach

     that if it is not without your grasp,

     do not attempt to reach.

Could I listen to them? They say wisdom is a treasure.

Still, there you are, and here I be,

     fearing not the slightest reason

     has gotten through to me;

For where you are concerned, I lose count

     of the seasons.

And even in my fairest of senses, cannot choose

     to find what condenses this pain

     of what I know all too well to be

Never to gaze upon your face, again.