Lovedale

O'ver edge of the glasses' rims
Her smile ever so lovely brims
Gleaming with joy the moonlit face
Rushes to me. A warm embrace.

Our eyes study each other leaning
Pupils in them gleefully learning
Speaking all unspoken love within
And yet staying silent therein.

We lock lips for one last time
Damn it still feels like the first time!
But no more fears and no more tears
We lose in us a billion years.

We yearn the days and nights we'd seen
The years we wish there could've been
We regret drifting off the crease
Missing the woods for the trees.

We say a word or two, no more
A single wave splashes ashore.
Frowning us back to grainy sands
Drowning the fleeting moment's trance.

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