Long ago <br />a <br />silhouette <br />was <br />planted <br />in my <br />minds <br />eye. <br /> <br />a face <br />so <br />vague <br /> <br />untouchable. <br /> <br />time went <br />by, <br />features <br />emerged <br /> <br />holding <br />as a <br />precious <br />gem <br /> <br />untouchable. <br /> <br />being <br />tucked away <br />to a <br />secret <br />place. <br /> <br />not to <br />be <br />revealed <br />so <br /> <br />untouchable. <br /> <br />now in <br />the distance <br />you <br />stand <br /> <br />with <br />a tear <br />in your <br />eye. <br /> <br />perhaps <br />waiting <br />in <br />the <br />balcony <br /> <br />yet <br />still <br />so <br /> <br />untouchable.<br /><br />Heather Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-untouchable-3/
