She breathed her soft careless breath.
She swept away her milky, white hair.
I stroked her fair porcelain skin as she read.
My longing for her to read aloud was not heard.
She stayed silent.
She blinked her baby-blue eyes,
contrasting with her freckled cheeks.
I willed to touch, but restrained.
She layed one slender hand apon my knee,
kissed my cheek.
I wish so much for this all to be true.
But alas, this will never be,
as long as I am who I am.
As long as I live,
it never will be...
