She says she loves me.
But I can't touch her.
She's too fragile and I do care.
My whole being is aware there's nothing there.
I'm dying to hold her in an embrace.
As the years slowly slip by I thirst quietly as the ground awaits my mortal decay.
And though I am no more, I will kiss the ground and hold her evermore til death do we part nevermore yearning and longing to not see her in my tears.
Love is an emotion beyond mere body...your poem portrays much expressively the yearning of a love thirsty soul