We sat so quietly in the courtyard,
My eyes on her -- her eyes on nothing.
After what seemed such an eternity,
Our eyes crossed as she turned her head.
A spontaneous glance slipped into a word;
One word turned into many,
And then, the words turned into laughter.
A feeling of lost love, heartbreak,
Such utter depression mutually felt.
The laughter turned into a smile,
The smiles into joyous tears,
Until finally a dance under midday sun.
Dancing softly to not a note of music.
Sense has no meaning here...
This is a game called love,
Sometimes I feel I know not a thing
In this vast, mysterious world.
Can I know so little about her,
And yet, miss not talking to her?
Is that sane? Are hours really this long?
Why is it I lay awake at night,
Listening to ballad after ballad,
And all I can think of is her?
Perhaps there is no real explanation.
I ask, I ask, I ask, yet I ask again,
But never do I receive a reply.
For life is love, and all love is life,
But is there life without love?
I hold her hand, share her thoughts,
But deep in my soul I know.
She will be gone before nightfall.
Perhaps there is no way,
But why is there lost hope and anticipation?
And why, oh why,
Must she be gone before love blooms?
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