Time

You are unaware,

your eyes

talk with me.

You are unaware,

your silent lips

sing songs

for which I become a hero

and you become

unsurpassed heroine.



You are unaware,

your gait passes

a music to the breeze

that I breathe.

Wishing to embosom you

in my arms to coo,

'I love you',

I extend my hands,

but you dishevel

my hair to whisper,

'time hasn't

permitted me

yet to accept love'.