I Have Learned

India
January 31, 2007 1:52pm CST
Silently, He smiles to himself, as he thinks of her, sitting alone at café, sipping coffee. ....she thinks of him too, but little does he know it. speechlessly, both pass each other everyday, without passing on the knowledge, of their inwardly turned love. Time and time again it happens, for who has the courage to say it?? or do they just enjoy... their secret love affairs?
1 response
31 Jan 07
Nice poem but you repeated it some where else :D