(This is an experimental poem. An amalgam of thoughts, woven into simple verses)
Looking at your beautiful face,
I stop dead in my tracks.
I can close my eyes to stop looking at you,
But, why cannot I close my heart?
I whisper to the wind that brushes past me,
Hoping it would carry my untold love,
And embrace you in its warmth . . .
My love travels atop the wind,
Pure, divine, and vast,
Enough for the both of us,
And blows by your side
But you are shielded . . .
By the arms of the man you love.
Truly. Madly. Deeply.
And, so the wind carries on its journey,
My untold love left in its wake,
Left to die.
Just like my heart.