If only I knew!

My heart beats

As wild as yours

In silence we speak

The symphony is loud

A fleeting moment 

Becomes forever

We frame memories

And live dreams


The days go by

Now it is years

Nothing changes

Not you, not me

The love we feel

Is still as deep


We helplessly sigh 

And endlessly cry

The distress and desire

Trigger the pain  

I wish I knew

Someone else loved me too

I see you  

I hear you 

I love you


I wish I knew 

 Why death chose me


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