Distance Is No Harm ...

It'd come to pass in the wake
Of the simpers, the gawks and a wink;
Her held-out palm, covered in many a flake,
Her freckles turned him away from the brink.

Now, they blow kisses, no hugs,
Yet, complain not, nor compare
To lay hearts stung by the amorous tugs,
For they have not an instant to spare.

She does sweat at his vanishing prank,
And vexing as is the brief loss,
When he has from hiding slank,
She has no cause to be cross.

Her head's in a tizzy, but doesn't daunt
Her from being cloaked in his charm;
The corner of her eye is his haunt,
Time's long stopped, distance is no harm.