I have longed to touch you for so long
but you sneer that I’d break you
were I to try;
my lumbering advance would snap you
before I could near any amorous intent.

Clearly, you don’t know how quickly
I can arrive at amorous intent
but I wouldn’t want to break you.
That’s the furthest from my mind.
I want to cherish you
and the dread
the disgust
the disparagement you hold for me
is enough to keep me away
indefinitely.

I wouldn’t want to harm you.
If helping you is leaving you be
then that is absolutely what I’ll do.
Farewell
to you.