The Death of Romance

Lacking the passionate kisses that we once knew all the time,
our intertwined embrace has become a race until you get yours and I get mine.
Go directly to the source, the time is over that you saw fit to woo me.
This list has become so sadly short of things you want to do for me.
You can't look me in the eye, and I am not sure that you ever could.
I thought that I would never have to try, but I'm doing more so now
than I ever thought I would.
My waves crash into yours with heavy breath and relaxing sighs;
then you roll away from me and your mind drifts along into the night.
If I could captivate you nearly the way you enchant me,
perhaps I could relax within and comfortably be.

But I just can't.