Internal Agony

Do not look at me that way my love.
Your eyes may just see what I harbor in secret.
Do not talk to me with your lips poised so.
You cause me to wonder how they taste.
Do not stand so close to me my love.
You cause me to long to hold you.
Do not flirt with me the way you do my love.
You make my heart grow even more attached.
Do not give me the time of day my love.
You cause me to have infinite hope.