The wait for the morning

I sit here wondering what went wrong,
When I had promised I would make everything right.
Next time I would show her I love her more than life itself,
That she is the first person I think of in the morning,
And the last before I go to bed.

I sit here wondering what should I say,
When she asks," Do you love me?" again.
Next time I would tell her ,"I love everything about you down to your hair."
"I love every second we spend time,
And that I am paralysed without you."

I can't wait for the morning to come,
To say, "you make my life worth living,
And my time worth giving."
I will wait for her like I do every morning,
And this time it will be the same as when we first fell for each other.

I keep wondering why the morning came and left so soon.
I look to the horizon but she never came.
For now, I will hold my story back.
I will dress myself with a smile to hide until next time.

The White Lily

I remember the time when you used to take me ,
To the mountains, to the place decorated
By beautiful colours and defined
By the modesty and majesty of the white lilies.

How splendid they looked!
Sometimes I wonder whose beauty I was admiring
Now I undestand why you are like the lilies.

At dawn they unite with the breezes,
To announce the coming of light,
To breathe life into this place,
And fill it with their fragrance.

A memory of a moment of happiness.
Sometimes I wonder if it would be the same without you
Now I understand why you are my lifeblood.

I tried to bring the lilies to my garden,
But they just refused to endure.
I have given them chances,
But they just let me down.

Its a lover's gift descended
From the blue tent upon the green carpet.
I just wish they could blossom in my curtilage
The same way I wish you could come with me.
I wish you would understand.