The dark clouds gather at noon
as I sit and ponder where you are
And what are you doing alone out there
The thought of you melts my heart,
like gold, which melts in passion heat
Just a thought can stir so much in me
Imagine what would happen if I saw you?
The years of anticipation of our meet,
the hours of contemplation I experience
not knowing how you are going to react
Knowing that the illusion would finally fade
Can you hear me my white knight?
Or are you nothing more than a secret desire?
A desire with two faces but none the truth
A desire that is nothing but a mask of lies
Hear me out, my white knight
Let my heart reach out to you among the clouds,
the dark clouds that hides the bond between us.
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fly, my thoughts, fly.
do you hear them?
i can't see how the winds are blowing,
i am powerless against the tides.
still,
the heart grows and my thoughts wish.
when will we ever meet again,
repeat the initial moments of awkwardness,
only to recognise each other in a surreal timelessness
as if nothing has ever changed
from day naught.
nothing was changed,
because every moment was afresh.
is a fresh.
i await that one fresh moment to arrive,
as my thoughts wish again.
and again.
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