Lo…

Words to confess,
Love to feel that I show,
In days too restless,
The night too silent,
Our presence short in length,
As I sit by your side,
Twenty four hours, is but an hour!

For you I am,
You are for other,
What futile life, what love is worth?
When my arms long your way,
But you go, stretch to someone else’s arms…

The journey of haste,
Is slow and steady,
And when I reach almost the end,
I turn behind, you are far,
So I wait, wait for you,
To come and reach…

Yet your travel, is distracted by a vision,
I wait here, you wait there for it,
I turn again, a step to complete,
I step the line, I win; yet loose,

For with someone else you come along,
As I look your way, before I get the prize!