I was struck by your beauty the first time we met;
Revelation, the second, that no closer we'd get.
My thoughts of you might often stray to that place,
So I buffer with hours--and three feet of space,
and I finish our chats, lay off light-hearted humor
Far before the worst gossip might start any rumor,
For relationships fish with a deepening hook.
You were taken, once; now you're especially took.
So it's not really you that I write to extol,
But my virtue and power of gross self-control.
