Had you ever come upon of thinking how truly pristine you are?
Perhaps, you have this merest idea, you are absolute even from afar.
Probably you don't know that you have a type of smile I won't trade to any glimmering treasure.
Even my breath, I admit, can't mar your completeness for sure.
As I've held your hand, I fervently asked, "Would you spend your life with me?"
Below the sheet of this beautiful-starry-night sky -- You abruptly let your hand free.
And for the first time, I'd obliged myself to listen to the quiet.
While, am hoping for a thing that can somehow make your heart respond, harmoniously to my heartbeat.
Unexpectedly, the words I have held on the tip of my tongue morphed themselves in to thin air.
When your loud silence stabbed me -- like soaring words I long enough feared.
Yet, I still let myself purposefully discard the future of us away from my clasp, for once.
And somewhat gauged my understanding of my dream that there's no way for it to come true.
Now, I am standing at the rear pew -- I can still see in your eyes the future they can hold.
And somehow in your smile, tells me the countless promises that never been told.
That linen white wedding dress you are wearing, reeled me back to dream of you and I.
But there's no way for I to be the apple of your eye.