Love...

The gracious pianist glides his fingers upon the keys of black and white, major and minor, without obvious difficulty. He adheres his fingers with no margins of error, and the accompaniment struts her stuff. The acoustic atmosphere, the essense of the playing piano and violin, enhances the all new content, which brings in the unforgettable tales of two lovers.

My dear, the time has come. I'll have to face you, with my knees bend down, with my face interacts with the ground, with my controlled emotion held back to the extreme. The adjustments are in place, there is nothing wrong with this feeling, just the way I handle love, and love is so much brittle and fragile.

Tempting, I just cannot hold it much longer. Time lapses, and the eerie silence brings about a new chapter of life. As your unknown figure over the past few years, silence has been the greatest obstacle. The vacuumed area, distracts and deflects every word of whisper, impenetrable to your ears, an elusion, misconception, impaired and simply excrutiating.

With the minimal usage of grammar, her ravishing outlook has taken me aback. Paralysed, my appearance looked synthetic. On the arch of love, I give my words to you. You just stood there, with the held backs of all these years, the truth has unravel. No longer the unknown, I've come to be the man you love.

Love and be a dream, can be rough on the edges, sometimes it also hurts, cripple the inner man within. Althougth I've told you the truth, the likes of you, you sent it away, astray, at bay. Nevertheless, I still love you. You'll know what I'm telling you, in the mere future.