I looked at you, with eyes feigning dis-fascination yet frankly, disputing the desire of tugging you and embrace you with amorous caress—thy lips touching mine, as we unravel the unspoken and unnamed force that magnetizes the two of us like a hollow gradually sipping—gravity lavishly pulling every foreign matter towards its crux.

Hitherto, the mist of your dark, russet orbs bore into my soul that held no recognition adamantly piercing the rueful veracity that I presumed of a matter way too ambiguous. Paralleled hearts waiting to meet nonetheless could that day come—not even catalyst could bring about, and with that said, my heart bleed—it grieved for something that could never ensue, not in a lifetime nor eternity thee transpire.