A few words unsaid...

a quick glance here...

and a coy smile there...

a discomfort in the air...

and a squirm in his chair...

a long quiet sigh...

and a short teary eye... 

a quiet fragrance....

and a noisy silence...

sands of time slips...

paused by coffee sips...

an anguish unread...

and few words unsaid...

¿;-)

A wildflower...

It blooms to a most beautiful self...

Deep inside the forest where it dwells...

Not for strangers' time spent to beguile..

Not even for a kind gaze or to bring a smile..

I know it would still bloom all the same...

Not one to look for a praise or any fame.

All that I pray in my darkest hour...

Is to be every bit like a wildflower.

¿;-)

[A flower in the Bwindi Impenetrable Forest]

Questions

I would like you to stay with me forever...

Would you?

I will wait for you till the end of time...

Will you?

I truly believe you are the one for me...

Do you?

I wish I had really asked you so....

But I could never say what I felt...

Could you?

¿;-)