Unspoken Confessions

There she sits, across from me,

Familiar lips, familiar eyes,

A smile that echoes with laughter,

Her intellect and sense of humour,

How could one not fall?

I can still feel that night,

Hear the music in her sweet laughter,

Reliving every precious moment,

Yet, even if I confess she consumes my thoughts,

(she probably sensed it all along),

What difference will it make?

I might become just another face in the crowd,

A fleeting presence in the line of admirers.

But it is turning into madness,

A yearning that begs to be expressed,

I'm on the verge of screaming, shouting,

As if love is knocking at my door

And so a piece of your mind for peace of mine,

Let me know,

find me waiting in the quiet corner,

Allow me to be that everlasting love,

Oh, come on!