Elusive Love
Whenever I want to have you beside me,
the question rolls in my mind: am I a part of you?
Or just a part of the vast and empty space?
Why don't you let me fit a piece in your puzzled life?
And guide you out of your wilderness?
Please let me. I care for you.
In my heart, I know you are yet unacquainted with mine.
Though you know me very well,
I just know you as you are—not anything more.
So tell me a story about your heart's soul.
Your heart can tell me silently…
Beat by beat; words without words.
Whenever I sing the song I wrote for you,
the burden of not knowing your true emotions arises;
Will the rain stop to pour or will it form a puddle that will overflow to become a river?
Why don't your eyes express vulnerability?
They show only an overcast of apathetic clouds.
Why? Don't be a stranger to your emotions!
But in my soul is an intensifying tenderness for you.
I don't know, but I believe in soul mates.
And I also believe in you; I feel you.
So tell me a story about your heart and your soul;
I will rebel against your false ignorance.
I want you to feel beyond your wall of emptiness.
Whenever I touch the hole in your heart,
I ask myself: will I be able to fill all the burning aches and longings?
Or will I just pass through it to leave a much deeper need?
Why don't you let my words warm the coldness of your heart?
Or am I wrong? I heard your heart beat once.
Maybe you could hear mine.
And in my heart's soul, you are a raining song,
despite the coldness and the fears, splashing those once lost feelings—to me.
And for me, hot as the sun, your long-awaited love.
So tell me a story of the love within you,
and I will tell you who you are, and who you are to me—
an elusive love in my heart…
Within reach.