I looked at you as if it was your last

With all the shame and fear from an outcast

So much longing, proving nothing

Let it not be heard or said or seen

For what I had was something I didn’t own

It was a stolen boon from a golden spoon

You were but the star shining with all others

You barely knew even one of my peers

As only then when the sky would meet the earth

Heavenly bliss would celebrate its birth

But I could ephemerally cheat myself anyhow

Far beyond the horizon seemed to prove a thought somehow

If I were, however, to tell you I loved you

It wouldn’t be today not even tomorrow.

* * *

For how could one heed a granule?

When everything else around was a stack of pebble

Where would a certain piece fit?

If there was nothing could match it a bit

Only a wild imagination could provide answer to uncertainty

Where everything’s in black and white and a real fantasy

Dream: It was never a woman’s thing

But that of a child’s enchanting whim

I was but a square peg in a round hole

With impossible wishes, hopeless desires and all

Whether or not a plea was prayed over tenfold

A silhouette would never become a sight to behold

So, if I were to tell you I loved you

It wouldn’t be today not even tomorrow.

* * *

There wasn’t a chance a whelp could fly

Yes, it would grow up but would not even try

For it only did what it was supposed to do

What was unknown wouldn’t be untrue

If you were a bird and I, a fish---quite a nice pair

But where would we build our house together?

Time flew, things changed

Truth would still sound so strange

I looked up the sky in awe

Why could I not reach what I saw?

You were there, oh, just right there

So clueless who just wasted a tear

But, if I were to tell you I loved you