Poetry

In the dawn while we depart,   
There sings no song of separation
Just hopes are aspiring of unification
And her blues eyes fill the cloud of tears.
 
We forget all the promises
The silence of love talks
Staring at each other
And drops some love from our eyes.
 
While we talk a little
And she mutes her voice
In silence of time
I inherit the promises.
 
Afterward Lord Byron Writes
"In secret we met
In silence and grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirits deceive.