Why I'm Here

I look deeply into your grey eyes,
and I see the passion,
of you,
of me,
of the life you want to live,
but cannot.
As you gently position your hair behind your ear,
I kiss you,
I wait.
I stare at your smile as I brush my fingers through your soft, soft hair.
How dark it is!
Oh, if only we had a chance.
If only it could be done.
For now, I am content with looking deeply into your dark, grey eyes.

If you only knew,
only cared.
Only had the same thought.
You look up.
You glance up at my gazing eyes,
and suddenly,
I understand.
Pure Wisdom is not the folly of it all,
but a worry,
and a glance.
I gasped as I realized what was to be done.
To you,
To me,
To us,
for Eternity.

What looked beyond the fence post grey,
could not quite grasp the story today,
As It said Its last words,
too dark,
so sweet.
How long will it be,
until we meet?
Do we have enough time,
to gaze,
to greet?
Perhaps it is over,
unless it is not.
In which case,
I must say,
That the story today,
so soft,
yet brief,
cannot convey,
my love to you,
my sweet.