I may seem distant at times
And my gaze may not hold you long
Yet when it does, I may turn my back
And not hold your hand when we walk alone,
I may not sing my favorite song
Or listen to the nightingale call our name.
Because
Sometimes if I get too close, I cannot tell us apart
And when I gaze too long, the world loses its charm
And I see not beyond your eyes
And no song is mine, they are all ours
So I may seem distant at times, because if I get too close
I risk my soul should merge with yours
And then I could not bear to part,
But I have long tracks to follow
And a thousand worldly things to do.
So I'll hold your hand when I won't have to let go.
Till then the mornings will be silent conversations
And freshly made tea!
