No... don't come to me! I want to adore
and love your two eyes from far, far away.
For, happiness's beau just while waiting for --
when only allusion comes out of its way.
No... don't come to me! There is more allure
in waiting with sweet apprehension, fear.
Just while seeking out everything is pure;
It's nicer when just forboding is near.
No... don't come to me! Why that, and what for?
Only from afar all stars spark and glee;
Only from afar we admire all.
No... let not your eyes come closer to me.
~ THE END ~