Broken Thought Working Progress

And he touches my Mistress,
Caress the skin, i am not missioned to touch,
To what gives him the purpose,
Why should such a man,
Be placed forward of her successor,
He touch her hand, and i stay cold,

Is loneliness truly felt when one soul thought to be as lonely, is not

To feel what is to be lonely, to watch and witness the blossom of a love, i cannot bear to have, he have her touch my mistress' hand, a momentary weakness to this compassion, for i strive to be that man.