He smiles, a sweet seduction,
His eyes squint, my timeless memory,
Every curve on his lips are imprinted on my finger tips,
Lovely is the way he stares, with arousing secrecy,
He brings me love in plenty,
But I ever so frightened to indulge in such romance,
The possibilities are eternally bond,
Knowing that our love was never meant to flow,
Such love may never run dry,
But if we refuse to drink it's wine,
This only amounts to much heart ache and sorrow..

Chiamaka Okorie

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-unwilling-lover-s-secret/