Any who Here It Is. I Have NO Idea Why I Write It, I Just Did.
Maybe One Day
As The Passion of the day is at its Peek,
all is still.
Except My Love for you,
Which Beats steadily &
Rythmitcaly as your gidance's voice.
We both stand still as our hearts
Communicate,
Through beats, and our eyes,
our eyes,
communicate through hope that we
will one day
have the courage to walk over
and translate our hearts language.
But we look away,
As the sweat breaks upon our faces.
Each drop resembling a sentance from our,
Hearts language.
Its too late now, as we have lost the
Knowlegde to translate.
All we can hope for now is for
our hearts & eyes to meet once again
And talk.
What Do We Think?
Tell ME That!

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