One. . .last. . .kiss

It's not that I don't love you.
Because you know I've told you.
You know I've uttered those words.
I will always want to hold you.
And kiss you.
But now, you're so far away.
So. . .untouchable.
How am I to behold you?
How am I to be with you?
For though,
we love each other,
but neither of us,
can be together.
I'm taken.
We are,
Forbidden from one another.
But we're so caught up in each other's webs.
That one memory,
of our very final,
one. . .last. . .kiss.
I wish I wouldn't have ran.
But I couldn't stand,
the thought, of never seeing you again.
I think that kiss though,
was the most magical kiss that we had ever shared.
It was amazing how you kissed me,
right there in front of all those people.
It saddens me though,
that the was the first and last kiss, they'll probably ever witness from us.
I hate how we just ended up being a bust.
I wish things had turned out the way,
we wanted them to be.
I guess now,
that's something we shall never see.