I cannot love, Love, from afar. I fear I cannot hold it. When I can't see what it is that harms and cannot rid you of it. What use am I if I can't be there? Can only offer words? Can't fight the demons or strike the blow to guard and keep up wards?
I cannot love, Love, from afar. How can I go unseen? I can't exist without your thought, beyond just thoughts obscene. But more I fear that out of sight and out of mind and face, will leave me out of favor, out of sorts, out of place.
What makes me real to you that's different from you to me? Can you recall my scent, my taste, the sound of my laughter free? I cannot imagine that myself, so I must exist only if you can... Distance makes that tenuous at best with all, a far unreachable land.
I cannot love, Love, from afar... But you make distance nearer. In sleep you come and brush my cheek, and seem to focus clearer. I only hope Love, from afar, you feel my love and keep it.
For I cannot love, Love from afar, but until close you are, Love, love will I remit
