Softly glowing candles fade to wax and smoking wicks
As the rain falls from a heaven we don't know or see.

Softly breathing, you sleep. Curved lips; ice blue eyes
ebony hair, soft and curly and short... any
person alive would be grateful for such company, lovely
intelligent, laughing, speaking of Camus and Throureau
vitality and a radiance, something i can't put my finger on
... and still....

I do not love you.

All i could want in a companion, and yet i do not love you;
I ached as i touched you, carressed your smooth face.

And your words told me of such a beautiful mind,
The kind i desired in the people around me, but found
lacking
in all...

Believe me when i say, i've enjoyed your company, and
you're a delight, anyone would be better off because of you...

but...

i cannot drag out this farce any further... a weekend most wonderful, but spoiled if allowed to ripen any more...

Because i do not love you. It would be a lie to say otherwise.

I do not love you...

And i never will.