I can't hold you

You are the morning, and to me, the evening star,
You are a burning ember, but illumination from afar;
You are fresh air, the next door sunshine in my life,
You are a "hi" and "hello" acquaintance, my neighbor's wife.

He has been away so long, in a wartime duty,
I watch through your window, and see your sagging beauty;
Does your heart race--as mine--when we draw near?
How can I speak my heart, when it's inappropriate to hear?

Men come to your door, in Government clothes,
Your husband was killed in action, in a gallant, heroic-pose;
The music blares inside so loud, it's the pain of a widow,
But you never make an appearance at your window.

How can I go to you now, take away all your pain,
I can't sooth you, when it's I that has so much to gain;
I can't take advantage, with all you have been through,
I love you with all my being...but I can't hold you.