Often i felt
Stranded in the crossroads
Like being in the platform
Of an unknown station
...
She plucked the flower
A rare hyacinth
Blood red soft and tender
Here...your bookmark, she smiled
...
The halo of your love
Looms large
And floats softly
In the breath i take
...
It dose not matter
That we don't understand
The essence of each others words
Or maybe
...
Happiness is where one finds it
Rarely where one seeks
In you i have found
Unasked
...
Often i felt
Stranded in the crossroads
Like being in the platform
Of an unknown station
...