The Distance Poem by Stanley Bronny

Speechless and jealously
The hidden love had gone

It's now revealing
But the distance is empeding

All I have is this soft copy
Of her portray
On my phone
I could only watch
And never feel the warmth
That lives withing it
Yes, I couldn't caress
That pure heart

How we wish to be very close
My thougth is full of her
It makes my life empty
But I try to write poems
To keep my schedule busy

I couldn't blame her nor time
But distance and I are to blame