'Not Allowed'

Well dear, it's come to this:
before beginning, and without a kiss,
our affair (that really wasn't), ends,
and we are still: ' Just friends'.

So, by my will, a yearning bends
till I have made of me - a friend,
and, clothed in friendship's proper dress,
I take my place among the rest

-the chums, acquaintances, and such-
with you so close! --but not to touch,
I know this longing's not allowed
from one more friend among the crowd,
so I conform, I am not proud,

still yearnings speak, though not aloud.

-jorge999

NOTE:
the above is an 'achey-breaky heart' poem,
written some years ago in the throes of
an unrequited crush. (blush)