Another time, another place I could have love you,
stumbling into my life now too late, but knew
in one instance our paths were meant to cross.
Life has no measure of time, it solely goes on
without the passing of years or regrets,
just like my heart which sadly forgets
how bitter my reality and painful the loss
of possibilities with you, to belong
and your lips call my name, call me mine.
But no regrets in finding you now
for, isn’t life but a moment to moment?
Let me live mines under your shade then,
one by one saved in my heart to overflow
a life filled with drop by drops of you
until the end, when we will fade
into another time, another place
where I could possibly meet you again-
“To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.”
― Federico García Lorca