A special friend

Gentle is he, sweet is he,
There's nothing he wouldn't do for me.
Kind is the word to describe him,
I'd be looking forever but still never find him.
Rare is he. Lovingly he looks at me,
needingly, he touches me, aggressively,
wanting to pull away but things I do allow,
feeling him, needing him too somehow.
He confuses me, looking for answers to questions
in my mind,
I could look for a lifetime but I'd never find,
answers to why we are the way we are,
or how we ever let things get this far.
To someone else he does belong,
And what we do is just so wrong,
though it doesn't feel that way,
and in his arms I want to stay.
All these things are for the moment,
and as time fades I'm happy for the times spent.
With you I know is not my place,
but the memories I'd never erase.
You'd always be a special friend to me,
though you and I aren't meant to be