Watching you from a strange distance that is strangely close enough,
Million thoughts tied up in a single smile of yours,
Words unpronounced and thoughts talking,
Fear of the moment and a life without you.
You are not mine, not yet and yet the belonging,
Gripping pain for the uncertain future and you,
Few words and nothing I give, not even the promise,
While your smile, in silence, has promises withheld.
That enchanting smile and I decipher nothing but mysteries,
Love, am sure about, and then there is more to it.
Like I said there is fear of the moment and a life without you.
In shadows we play, often hiding our bodies and playing with our souls,
Wanting each other more than the other,
Pain withheld and forgotten for we live now and this moment,
Wanting and yet not promising to be together forever,
With no fear of being wrong and without rhymes,
I write my thought, yet again the fear of the moment and the Life without you.