As if it were some warm, summer afternoon,
golden sun rays enhancing his eyes,
reflected on his beloved’s face.
He could not see her cry,
could not see those sapphires
spoiling their glisten with tears.
For a last moment’s whisper
was all he could hear.
Senses grow numb.
Such is the effect of love.
Least when they expect it,
Sweet hearts forget.
He cannot remember his name,
And she, what a shame!
A bittersweet crime it is to surfeit
In the embraces of another,
However tight and snug love may be,
Let us cling tightly to our senses
Despite this tension,
He can withhold from prolonging
What was not meant to be
And while her grasp is firm
Still he can bear,
Then last a moment’s whisper
Was all he could hear.
