Believe.

In this world 

of pretense and perceptions

you are the language 

of love.

When have we spoken?

When have we not!

In the silence of words, 

I hear the soul out loud.

You see this,

I see that. 

We see through. 

We understand. 

Every little blossom of love, 

I keep safe. 

It`s mine.

 Is it yours?

The World can see,

But we are the ones living. 

Do you believe?

In the middle of indifference, 

And all the notional nonsense,

I see you,

I see me.

And...

Till you embrace, 

I`ll cherish the sweet pain.

The Yearn.

I live in oblivion.

But you I hold,

In my heart.

The freedom is yours to own.

I shall keep the yearn.

Staying away,

Looking at the details,

You know those,

That don`t even get processed.

And then I see you,

Looking at me,

From the corner of your eye.

Evaluating. Considering. Giving up.

Giving in.

There is a lot to say,

And a lot more unsaid.

Then again,

You keep the hesitations.

I shall keep the yearn.