The Unspoken Word

through the orchard of life following the phases of its existence after the coldness of winter and the hope that spring brings as the fields that lay green in summer i will never fear the inevitable of freely falling in love... no words could comprehend the results from such confusion to touch the heart of a special person and to let that someone know the truth behind such silence even if no action has been done for fear of letting you know the truth... although it makes you feel uneasy specially when I'm around isn't it funny to know that I feel the same way too but I know how you wish I'd stop specially when I keep staring at you "I'm sorry, I just can't help myself not to." though I tried to let you know but time leads me further into the unknown I am lost in words to say my action speaks not of my emotion you might say, “You're trying too much” too much I’m suffocating you but “I’m sorry, it was never my intention” the constant glances that are too obvious to avoid could mean a flirtatious act of disgrace or a sign of weakness on my part but that’s just me lost in this emotional abyss I would be a hypocrite to deny such feelings for you but if it would give you peace of mind I would rather be that and give you the serenity of silence… I am but as frail as your heart as still as the water that runs through the river for life is but short and precious that I do not expect anything in return although others might already know it still I do not have the courage to let you know the truth that I hope would set me free… this may seem like an ordinary poem but it’s not for it comprises the whole epitome of my being the emotion that is written here in evolved further into an uncertainty that neither time nor destiny in itself could surpass the infinite use of words to predefine such but none of them could best describe what I feel… it is foolish of me to keep you when I know you belong to someone else not me I may not know the meaning of such but I will always understand the reason behind it the mere thought of you brings happiness to me and for that I'm thankful so thankful that I made this poem just for you… the spur of the moment inspired me to write such or something else I don’t know what it could be just plain infatuation that the sunset would wash away the crimson tide and tomorrow I won’t remember and hope for such if by then I won’t find the courage to tell you then let’s leave it at this… …the unspoken words!