...green...

Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
...
Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
...
Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in
...
Don't wish, don't start

Wishing only wounds the heart