Leaves whisper in the cover of spring
Speaking of things yet to come
The winds flirts with trees and shrubs
Entwining its limbs intimately, without mercy
A heartbeat sounds in the dark
Steady as a drum, loud as thunder
Words are spoken with elegance
As night dances around their faces
So soulfully young.
They cannot see each other,
Though they wish wistfully that they could.
Thoughts run wild, unspoken.
He wants her.
She wants him.
Both must wait their turn.
