In your voice,
Always bubbling with excitement,
Your quick wit and sarcasm,
And even your mercurial anger,
Rising fast and falling faster,
I sense beauty unparalleled,
That which never escapes attention,
Are your eyes,
Your big purposeful eyes,
Sometimes mischievous, sometimes determined,
Settling my gaze, smoothening my rough edges,
At times I imagine, that with your best heel,
You will hit my nose,
Your small frame, that I can wrap my arms around,
Comforts me, in an ironic way,
That perhaps I will never be inadequate for You,
That you always lead,
In matters of heart,
Rings a finality, that I have always missed,
Tired of leading and failing,
I guess i can't go wrong this time,
Then there are those complicated questions,
That you float in air,
Unsettle me, make me wretched and numb at times,
But then you dive back in with Your soothing voice,
And I feel we are in it together,
Is it too soon?
Have we come too far?
The door inside Your heart is still close or ajar?
Is a story a tidal wave or a broken star?
Do we have fuel to go very very far?
Sometimes when the thoughts echo into spiral of these unanswered words,
I hold your hand,
One hand, another hand,
And the moment really stops,
In those moment of stillness,
Frozen and forgotten,
I want my life to be,
Frozen with you,
Forgotten with you...
