True Love

Restless mind

and empty bed

Wandering eye

but scrupulous head

Your lips untouched

and skin not felt

I ache and long

my hand’s been dealt

Questions and doubts

I am unseen

Forgotten, dust gathers

there’s nowhere to lean

Duties fulfilled

devotion well planned

The craving inside

we misunderstand

Through different eyes

in separate spheres

Affinity without intimacy

poignantly disappears