I Love Her but I Can't Touch Her

I love her like the stars love night,

An ache that glows in distant light,

A yearning deep as oceans wide,

Where dreams of her drift, yet cannot hide.

She lives where no hand can ever roam,

Beyond the reach of heart or home.

In realms unseen, her spirit stays,

And I am bound to endless haze.

I love her like the breath of spring,

A promise sweet, yet fleeting thing,

An echo soft that fades too fast,

An ember caught in winds that pass.

My heart aches fiercely, yet it knows,

She's close as breath, yet far as crows,

Her presence felt in whispered tune,

A love song sung beneath the moon.

Her face, like dawn, behind my eyes,

Lights up the sky, then swiftly flies,

A glimpse, a shadow, then it fades,

As morning glows, and darkness wades.

She walks where I cannot pursue,

A specter lost in dawn's first dew,

I chase her laugh through empty halls,

A haunting sound that gently falls.

To touch her hand, to feel her skin,

Would be to grasp the stars within,

But light, when caught, fades into air,

Leaving fingers grasping bare.

She’s close enough to scent her hair,

To see the light her eyes still wear,

A warmth that lingers, ghostly, sweet,

Yet evades my hands when we meet.

She haunts the moments still as frost,

In dreams that tease, in hours lost.

I reach, I strain, with fingers bare,

But I can’t hold what isn’t there.

I speak to her in silent words,

In verses lost like fleeting birds.

My voice, an echo, fades in time,

A mountain lost to mist and rime.

Her laughter, soft, it chills my soul,

A melody beyond control,

A memory woven into bone,

A song that’s heard when I’m alone.

I love her fiercely, wildly so,

Yet fate decrees she’ll never know.

For though she walks within my dreams,

She’s far as stars and sunlit beams.

To touch her now would break the spell,

The fragile peace of knowing well,

That love untouched must drift like streams,

And live as light, or die as dreams.

So here I stay, love’s ghostly form,

Bound to this ache, this endless storm.

She’ll never know my whispered prayers,

Or feel the weight my spirit bears.

My love, like smoke, will rise and fade,

A wisp, a mist, in twilight’s shade.

She’ll haunt the space of every sigh,

A love that lives, yet cannot die.

I love her, but my hands fall free,

No trace to hold, no soul to see.

A love that walks in realms unseen,

Forever bound to what might have been.

To touch her now would tear apart

The delicate bond of soul and heart,

For love so pure cannot be bound

To flesh or breath or earthly ground.

She is the shadow in the sun,

The song unsung, the race unrun,

The love that lives in silent space,

A phantom touch, a brief embrace.

A longing pure, a tethered grace,

A kiss that fades without a trace,

I love her still, though I can’t touch—

The sweetest ache, the softest clutch.

So here I am, forever tied,

To a love that’s real, but can’t reside.

A dance of spirit, soft and near,

Forever felt, yet never here.

For love like this, ethereal, rare,

Exists in light, in whispered air,

An endless ache, a silent plea—

I love her still, but can’t be free.