Melinda!

Okay, so now you get a love poem that I wrote from the point of view of a guy... I know. Odd. Anyhoo. I was trying my hand at something shakespearean.
The result is... interesting. This was written a year ago about and I didn't really think about posting it on here but today I felt I needed some upgrading.

Forbidden

Her eyes in which I sink, her hair a veil she hides behind,
Her lips the lock to the words I long to hear her say.
Aloof, unattainable, mysterious, undefined,
She is the dusk, the dawn, the night and break of day.

As I wait for the moment my lips will touch her hand,
The hand that is gloved, concealing the secrets of her skin.
I wait for her prescence, her shadow, pleasure so bland,
Knowing yet that t'is a priviledge I had to win.

I long to hear her sigh, to see a blush upon her chee,
I live for the moment my eyes will meet her own.
This sweet torment, this love I cannot speak...
Can it be that I am meant to suffer it alone?

Tsatsam!! And tada. Tata as well.
(howls with laughter for no good reason.)