From afar I watched.
Filing to memory all details.
The wind ruffling your hair.
A smile forming on your lips.
I followed your line of sight.
He stood alone under the tree.
His face hidden in the shadows.
Was that a smile for you?
A drama unfolding quietly.
From the park bench I watched.
These two, their body language.
Of love shining in hungry eyes.
Are they secret lovers?
Of love forbidden, time stolen.
Precious moments no one can know.
Theirs, a love doomed from the start.
But no; your eyes are honest.
Your body not rigid with fear.
You melt into his arms.
Love radiates, I hear you laugh.
I envied you, love just blossoming.
The kiss ends, you draw apart.
He holds your hand, you do the same.
Eyes locked, you lean-in for another kiss.
Time I left the lovers alone.
I get up slowly, my bones creak.
Leaning on my walking stick,
I take one last look at love.
By C.E. Pereira