My heart throbs the same way
When I touch you,
It’s been many years
Since I found you,
The ancientness of this love
Doesn’t change a thing,
Because there are no conditions
When it’s matter of you…
No trace of regret
Only possibilities are there.
Possibilities of future
Hope for the happy share.
The moment that is now
Wants to be lived.
Even after losing everything
Once was yours, you believed…
The words are gospel,
The eyes that sees the truth,
The act that lack pretence,
The smile without the sly intent.
Our true mirror is lost
And it is lost to the institution…