The Garden

You seem so cautious now, caught

In this transition of light

Glistening in the face of change,

You were used to the night.

And as you begin to move, I

Cannot help but stare

At the color of passion,

Unfurling with flair.

Carefully I reach out, and

Upon grasping, I tense

Taught a harsh lesson,

By your beautiful defense.

Coveting you is a crime, yet

The urge will always remain

A beauty not meant for me,

Your visage, my pain.

You symbolize love, but

All I know is regret

For now my only wish is,

That we had never met.