Cooldesire

Under the pretense of which emotion must I confess,
Under the impression of which spirit must I proclaim..
Under the warmth of which words must my heart speak out..
Such thoughts flooded my mind like the twinkling lights..
To what for a tomarrow was a bit too much to expect...
And as every tomarrow went by , not a single word had I said..

Not long ago,someone else mustered more courage than me..
uttered those beautiful words, timing them perfectly,
on the very moment, my ship of imotions Titanicked within me..

Blessed had I been with a little more of mind..
Things would have been rosy,not sweat and grind...
Hand in hand,with the moon all bright,what a sight to see..
Together we'd roam the world only me and she...
Things are not diffrent now,everything is fine...
Hands are still in hands & moon's still bright..
.....If only one of the hands were mine.......!!!