My Heart's Secret

I never cease to puzzle over life's mystery, how on a drizzly morning I found my long wished for love crossing the street in opposite direction, eternal love was conceived in the moment and she passed by unnoticing my gaze that could have lasted a century. There was never a more tender and sweet face lost quickly in the crowd. Her beauty so enchanting, eloquent, and divine. And every morning I cross the same intersection hoping, praying, for another glimpse at my true love, months after months, distracted by nothing, the thought of her entrenched in my deep sleep, and oh how sweet it is, the dream of dreams. The sweet smell of her perfume still lingers in my mind. Evil is hopelessness, so I shut it up by this murmur of love raised by her footsteps. Alas, years have passed and rain or shine I keep crossing the street for the sake of a second look at the girl who once walked past me unnoticing the hurricane she caused in my soul. To this austere duty, piously faithful She will show up one day and ask me “So what is it you want?” And I will not have an answer.