It is a quarter to four before I go working,
While you are witnessing evening's crowning.
I would love to watch the sunset with you,
But we have thirteen hours apart to go through.
I always tell myself I have inspired wisdom,
Yet I don't know how love will survive in materialistic kingdom.
I will just lose everything in humanity,
For forever is for one Divine Entity.
Your heartfelt joy is having the same morning;
I am still blinded that success is my blessing.
Let fate worry about our birthrights;
Together we will bring individuality to new heights.
The merchant's son never thought he would create another poem,
For your passion's insolence lit his way home.
You made him face a piece of his fear,
A fear of gloating that this love story might shed a tear.
Looking forward that nine thousand miles will find its way,
Hoping that the coordinates will never go astray.
If love is a crime,
We already defied the laws of time.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC