THE PARAMOUR SPEAKS

Amidst all cacophony,
             I still get time to make
                       Your favourite cup of tea.


There is no love lost,
             Only I have not proclaimed
                                How much you mean to me.


Your eyes search me,
                My soul is trapped in yours.
                                 Or is yours in mine ?

I do not seek answers,
             You very well know that.
                             A little more of us though.