As each moment passes, the heart feels more pain
The lovers hand grazes under its own domain
Time feels like a passing, the night is always long
as the sun sets and rises just like a song
Music can change his state, but only a glimpse memory it seems
As time is a healing agent and the moonlight gives power in its beams
Cinema, song, taste and sense - nothing actually cures this dying romance
He will never be-- of that's it's sure, with love this pure he sees only the circumstance
Her eyes knows his beauty her heart knows his love
Her skin is river strong and flight full like a dove
Lovely indeed her thoughts about him are as secure as a stone
Nothing is certain not even their love if left alone
The gravity has caused such wait and the months have passed by slowly
As their lips have never touched thus his soul is still lowly
Like Shakespeare quotes day by day; knowing full well the despair that waits
for a true loves arrow that fails to fly in their loveless wake
Her smile so true her thoughts so warm
Her eyes so calm keep me safe no matter the storm
Flightless yes the bird will remain with such poise
The feeling of his heart beating yet it makes no noise
Is it death inside or the reason to live
He will only know if she's decides her lips to him give
Just one night and one hour would resolve
His lifelong love for her is she his muse.. this mystery he will never solve.
