In a day

Early morning you came to me and your kiss awoke me from my peaceful slumber.
When the sun was at its peak you wrote me a love song and sang it to me.
But shortly after the sun set your mood suddenly turned dark.
And as we crawled into our bed you were forbearing and reserved.

"What did I do or what more could I have done?" I thought to myself as I laid with my back facing yours. My body, despite all my will power, was yearning for his. I desired to feel his hands on my hip, to feel his lips pressed my to lips, and for our bodies to be so intertwined we looked as though we were one person.

Should I tell him that his actions are causing my heart so much pain? Then again maybe I should just let him be and then in the morning everything will be right as rain..or will it?

"But he who dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose".
-Anne Brontë