There isn’t an end to this love story
It never began it always continued
Unable to trace the transition
From friend oh so sweet to alas ‘sweetheart’
It’s hard to accept; I know it is
The fear-I too have known, but true love it is
The pull, the fire, the urge to be close
But there isn’t a way for us
I just know the love continues
Even through silent glances
The bleeding heart just forays
To islands and shores and sings our names
bysumirani 