As i stand here,
with hopeful eyes and a pounding heart,
been walking miles..
can see you far ahead, at the other end
faint like a shadow, checking on the milestone,
calculating distance and time..
of this amorous land.
I moved, throwing caution to winds
spring in my steps, love in my heart
beneath the shady trees with fresh green leaves,
plucking wild flowers, on my way,
choosing and discarding..
making a new bouquet every day..
And you, my dear, counted each step, it seems
making a new calendar everyday,
your time precious, some work unfinished
your obscure figure, sitting on a roadside stone,
smoking, brooding, planning to move
towards the previous milestone..
this distance, will never shorten
that’s how it seems..
this heart, is about to be broken
that’s how it seems..
this love, will soon be forsaken
that’s how it seems..