To Look But Not To Touch

I look upon an Angel,
But the Angel won’t look back.
The unknowing indifference of her gaze
Makes my heart quake and crack.
I gaze daily upon splendor,
Beauty beyond compare,
Every inch of her flawless skin,
Every strand of her shining hair.
But I am but a lowly troll,
A wallower in the mud.
She is a beautiful rose,
A gorgeous blooming bud.
What unintended torture,
To love this angel so much.
To be in constant agony,
To look but not to touch.