Sway

I hear the wind,
it blows me away,
whispers your beauty
time and time again,
so that I fear.

Every minute goes by,
without telling the time,
but just by staring me
in the eye.

When hours keep passing,
on a non-ticking clock,
I hide and pray
for you to sway.

Letters littering my letters
as I don't want them
to be heard nor read
though are spoken.

No one can understand the feeling,
whether or not I try to explain,
like an everlasting shame stain
on my perishable vain.

I'd really like to rush
my fingers through her hair,
say I really care,
still can't find the proper air.

So I don't say a word,
just stare into the night,
listen again, my elf,
to the words I heard
and at the end, just sway myself.