What I want is to see you
Even through the optic fiber
Lenses that connect us.

But seeing you means you see me
And you see all my desire
Burning my every fiber .

Yet I am not allowed to see
Nor am I allowed to burn,
But to glance and smolder.

For I am a river, yet
What you want to see
Is a lake.

And not meaning that I am fake
But much more there is inside
All the dreams while I am awake