Greek Moon

Hair like long silk thread.
Feeling for her i ever dread.
Her lips soft and smooth.
Oh, how I loath to touch.
I hold myself back.
I keep her away.
Keeping her for just one more day.
Wishing I could express.
My feelings for her bared at rest.
Trapped in this crazed vortex.
Never to see more then friend.
How I wish it would end.
For slowly slowly it shall end.
As life goes on day by day.
Leaving me here a stray.
Leading my life of gray.