I wanted to kiss you in that moment, more so then than I ever have before. The words that rolled from your tongue and fell into air with wobbly legs that grew increasingly steady with time were so beautiful that I wanted to connect myself to the place from which they were born. But as with every time this urge has visited my mind before, I knew I couldn't. Your lips are not mine to kiss, our souls were not made for intertwining. But at the very least, my love is yours.
A/N: This isn't a poem but oh well :)
