Emlan

I longed one kind look from you emlan when you passed by me now I wish to sit in silence with you by the sea. A stolen glance was all I did when passed your fragrance too little of you was all my need I knew to keep distance. If our paths meet ever again if ever can dead love rise I would not let you pass by but look deep in your eyes. There must still survive the virgin land longing rivers dried in sands unspoken words woefully shy chance lost with time gone by. If we now come across emlan in the faraway land I would not shy away to reach and touch your hand walk this time on the quested path not letting go the chance of finding you in the wholeness and not as a passing fragrance.