Saturday, February 04, 2006

Why is it that you don't go away?
It seems like you feign liking
But then you seem true.
There were times I plucked out petals and leaves
to guess your love for me.
They revealed nothing.

Your eyes wandered in mine.
What were you seeing?
Every revelation of yours sounded the way I felt
Did your lips say something? May be your eyes did,
may be your hands, may be your words?
may be, may be, may be, may be
Just say it now.
I want to tell you how happy I was to hear your voice.
I want to tell you how beautiful you looked when i saw for the first time.
I want to tell you how I guessed what you thought about me.
I want to tell you how angry I was when I heard what you said against me.
I want to tell you how sad I was when you didn't talk to me.
I want to tell you that time seems to run when you are with me.
I want to tell you that I enjoy listening to you.
I want to tell you that I want to listen to your voice always.
I want to tell you that I wait for your words.
I want to tell you that I loved you.
I want to tell you that I always want to see you.
But do you want to listen?