It is strange to think that I see you everyday at the same place, same time, I sit next to you
But yet not possessing the
Courage nor the will to say hello.
I’ve often wondered and marveled at the striking beautifully shaped lips, not for once daydreaming of the moment I waste my whole heart in one kiss upon your perfect lips.
I’ve never seen Sunsets and Sunrises but looking at your beautiful smiling face with each passing day, my heart aches longing to lose my mortality within you, soul bare, striving with the hope that I take that chance.
For its hope, hope alone guides me