Admirer in secrecy
Editor Underground
by Nazaneen Kaliwal
Ever-changing seasons know not the grace with which you come and go
Spring offers not the sweet scent that bathes your skin
Summer offers not the warmth that resides within your voice
Autumn offers not the colours that paint your cheeks amid chagrin
Winter offers not the charm that clings to words of your choice
Classic art knows not the timeless allure that adorns you
Paintings offer not the vivid colours of your personality
Novels offer not the elating suspense of your presence
Music offers not the pleasing harmony of your words
Poems offer not the implicit depth of your scars
Conventional romance knows not your defiant simplicity
Candle-lit dinners offer not the mystery lingering within your eyes
Goblets of wine offer not the intoxication resting upon your lips
Chocolates offer not the sweet taste resting upon your sighs
Delicate roses offer not the fragility upon your finger tips
As bitter monologues and unheard compliments divide us,
this love knows not the means to present itself.
As ignorance remains your lone shadow,
you know not my adoration for you.