I had looked at you for the last time. That was the moment
where my eyes could see the delicate outline of your smiling face.
My hand still wanted to feel, to touch even though the
little piece of your beautifully scented hand, but Eros, the God of love had
forbidden us to even think about it.
Time was running out and forced us to go in opposite
directions.
I did not turn back to look at you again. I just wanted to
go ahead and not think about the loss of a heavenly smile or eyes full of love.
In spite that I saw you just for a moment, my heart began to
yearn and minute by minute pine more.
Will you ever say something again to me? Will this world
that you have painted in my heart born again?
I will wait….
