Will do nothing more
Than break the thin layer of ice
Which stops me looking in your eyes
My life is sacrifice
Never accepted
Yet always offered
I wish to touch your face
And I would turn back time
To make you mine
But the louder I shout
The farther away you run
And only with caressing whispers
Can I be heard
Though I can feel
It slipping
Through my fingers
Like a memory
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