Listen to my forlorn gaze,
listen to my parting eyes

Prayers are melodious unsaid
and this is closest I shall get

O' divine,
kiss the yellow rose,
and turn it eternal red

Almost naked I stand,
just three feet from her
Beautiful like a dream,
and fresh as early summer

Sinking away into,
the beauty destined to be
Accepting the oblivion,
of the sentient breathing me

Glass hole in a door,
does so vividly serve
Haunting flashback
of that unrequited love

Unwavering conviction,
in fiction,
of a girl for her love,
touches an exposed red vein;
When I stop putting
characters to faces,
and from imagery
I refrain.
For, the brighter her love is,
darker is my pain

Why cant I
hold her hand forever?
Why cant I?

If fate is so fierce
I don't know how to hope
What if one night,
it robs my daughter
and steals my sight, the morning after?
What if as ashes I fall
and my aimless quest has to wither?
What if my power to love wanes
and the kindred ability to suffer?

Fate has to answer
Fate can't be,
in itself an answer
For then life
is just a movie yet to buffer

Blame me please,
sentence me please,
for no words shall be sweeter
Gift a few dry words
to the broken man in waters
If my cries are too faint,
I shall gladly cry louder

But please answer,

Why cant I
hold her hand forever?