So much remained unsaid to her; I wonder why!
I held my feelings back, though heart was willing.
Tender words, those arrows of cupid, I didn't shoot.
They remained locked in the quiver of my mind.
She waited for me to recite the love's messages,
But I remained tongue tied, and frozen. Why?
Spellbound, or the fear of rejection? I can't say.
Pointless it is to think, the time has elapsed.
Looking back once at me, she left for good.
Now my youth has departed as it supposed to,
Leaving me with the memories of unspoken words,
What the life would have been, If only I had spoken.
These useless thoughts; a charade, my idle mind's play.