Why Is It
Why is it that of the touches I have felt Yours stood yet very tall above the rest As the sky is always high above the soil, Why is it then that I have to wait forever Only to see that lustrous shine in your eyes That once sparkled on my pen and poetry, Why have the elements connived to unbridge us Even we, abetted the disunity as time laughs by And I, am left to diet on memories sweet And to relish past yet potent moments That you and I alone knew.