Morphless
If we never started…
If we go nowhere…
If there’s no description
For this relationship
If there are no answers
And there is no choice…
Are we having nothing?
Nothing feels like this?
If I never hear you
Neither you can see
Not a kiss to taste thou
I can’t smell your breeze
None of us is sensing
Touch of fingertips…
How come we sense something?
Nothing feels like this?
If this has no height
And no width, no shape
And now way it weights
We can’t trace no depth
If this has no texture,
To define it real…
How come something virtual
Became some much real?
If I do not have you
And you don’t own me…
We are not even close so…
We can never meet
If we never joint our lips
On a tender kiss…
How come we’re so close though?
Is this love, my dear?
If this is no way joyful
Nor completely grief…
If we do not want let go
But refuse to keep
If we no way flying,
But then, never land…
How can something morphless
Join your soul and mine?
