I'm separated from her smile,
for has a man,
to many miles.
I'm separated by her touch,
tis grossly wrong,
and hurts to much.
I'm separated by her voice,
not by chance,
but by her choice,
I'm separated from the truth,
I love her,
but she loves you.
I'm separated torn apart,
crushed of spirit,
with a broken heart.
I am separated...

saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-separated/