I do not love you,
not just yet.

Because I still dream of waking up
looking at your eyes
Gazing upon a beauty you chose
to hide but let me see
And I want to hold your hands
once in a while
Taking notice to black tainted nails
and to the light touch of your palm
I still want to hug you
when your heart is happy
Fondling your hair as I am close
with a blue rose as a promise

I do not love you,
not just yet.

But let me do soon.