As I stepped closer,
A scroll I saw, in secret it perched.
Holding the ones dearest to her heart,
Not a word of me when I searched.

What's left of me was a sheer despair.
Love's a great burden to bear.
It felt so close, yet so far.
Blend me to her heart,
I wished to a shooting star.

I wish I could tell her,
How fierce was she.
Faught all her fears bravely,
When the bravest of the braves flee.

I wished I could let her know,
In the darkest and the lonely nights,
I'll be the light that glow.
In the burning sun or the heavy rain,
I'll be a shade little low.

You tell me that she should know,
Know it all about this feeling.
A love kept hidden deep down under,
Burgeoning day and night beyond wonder.

Do these words make love more truer ?
Or do they hold more worth ?
Than the moments I spent making you smile,
Or feel loved. Do you feel it girth?

Moments akin to swifting clouds,
Rushing to horizon yet a boon.
The moments I felt my beating heart,
From diving sun to the diving moon.

The ones spent in utter longing,
Craving for your smiles.
To keep those tears from dripping down,
I ran a thousand miles.

Yet none will ever be cared,
The moments, without a word I shared.
Silence of the sun never tell it all,
When all you wait for mere words to fall.

How little words can say it all ?
For how long will they stay ?
Will they make you feel the same ?
The way I did everyday.

You tell me that she should know,
Should know of this feeling, about it all.
Is this how we mend broken hearts ?
Urging them to fly or to fall.

Everytime she hear about love,
I see a despair, I see her frown.
You tell me to let her dive again,
When she's still afraid to drown.

A coward you say I am,
And never shall I be worth for her.
For simple words I couldn't utter,
Is it too easy to defer ?

Since when the cowards turned brave ?
Since when the Ravens turned to dove ?
Bearing an unbearable suffering,
Since when cravens begin to love ?

She tell me I deserve,
Not her but the most beautiful of them all.
No matter how far you try to toss,
Back to you I'll crawl.

Now rarely she talk, rarely she care,
Maybe trying to draw a line.
Perhaps while fixing her heart,
I broke mine.

Now I'll stay quiet for a while,
For I'm not her hearts keeper.
For far too long it has been buried,
And now my love, I'll bury it deeper.