Moving Forward

A trace around my lips, i reminisce.
I see the lines of your facecoming close
to mine. Your eyes, bright, looking into mine.
I love, yet i feel as if I must look away
in embarassment.I want more, yet am afraid
to ask for it. I am shy, a shyness that is
new to me.

I'm letting go of daddy's
hand and moving forward into a part
of life he cannot follow. A part of life
I cannot share with him. I tell him I'm in love,
he laughs in my face and shuts me out.
He does not understand that love is infinite.

I'm not his little girl anymore, for even that
short time that i was. I feel as if he's always watching me.
I feel that embarrasment for my feelings, inspirations,
actions of love and tenderness.

A glance is too grown up,
A touch of the hand is too much,
A hug too close,
A kiss out of the question,
completely unheard of.